Seabiscuit Vs. War Admiral by Eli

   Screams reverberated around the stadium, a thousand individual yells morphing into one magnificent roar, its decibals shaking the wooden stands, echoing into every mouse hole and knot in the wood, eminating from every available surface. It shook dust from the track, the dirt imprinted with the remnants of hundreds of races before, every footprint ingrained into the earth, scarring its detail into the hardened dirt. Beads of sweat dripped off the two jockeys faces, Seabiscut’s tamer in red, War Admiral’s version of the latter in black laced with gold, the two mounts exhibits of perfection in a racehorse, War Admiral’s acceleration and Seabiscut’s stamina two irreplaceable necessities. Necessities that would soon compete head to head. Their hooves clicked as the approached the starting line, the horses prancing with excitement, the Jockeys glaring with agitated anticipation and unparalleled concentration. The crowd stared down upon the circular peninsula of dusted earth, anxiously awaited the piercing ring of the starting bell. The two jockeys exchanged one more heated glance, the fire in their eyes burning with a passion that could not be replicated, their mounts rearing with utter exuberance , time ticking away before the beginning of the competition. A red flag appeared from the starters box, repersenting the matter of seconds before the bell as silence fell upon the arena. The clanging of the bell issued from the booth, crying out to every corner of the packed stadium, releasing a roar that shook the very earth itself, the roaring of mighty lion released from its cage to fight a armor strewn gladiator. Hooves pounded ruthlessly upon the dirt, their metal shoes relentlessly beating down, scarring the earth further, joining the thousands that were already immovably fixed in place as the two mounts rounded the first corner. The rail flashed by, the regularly placed pickets blending into one continues wall of white as the horses flew by, their strides in perfect sync, punching the earth with a pulse that could only be heard by the two mounts, as if both were matching the rhythm of a common metronome. Fans sprinted across the infield, rushing in masses towards the backstretch, determined to not miss a second of the historic feat. The crowd in the stands peered towards the far side of the ring of dust, stretching the ability of the human eye as they processed the information overload that was being hurled upon them. Flying down the straight away, Seabiscut pulled ahead by a full fur length, his stride swallowing up the earth and spitting it out behind him as he stretched to power himself down the field. Chunks of dirt separated from their orgin, flying into the air as if bewitched into earth by the metallic shoes of the two horses, personified by the momentum which the two half ton catapults possessed, whipping through the air at maximum velocity. As they aggressively galloped into the final turn, the crimson jockey eased back on the strips of leather in his hands, letting the mount’s stride tighten, enticing the horse that was just on his tail, showing him the opening. War Admiral sped up, slicing away at Seabiscuts lead, inching towards the exposed lead. Seabiscut was confident though, as this was all part of the prediscussed plan, for as soon as Seabiscuts dark hazel eyes saw the shimmering amber pupils of his opponent's he would not lose. It was not an option. The crowd screamed with horror as the Admiral caught his smaller competitor, their strides once again in a rhythmic sync, though Seabiscuts stride had to be longer, for his opponent was much larger. They hurled into the last stretch as Seabiscut caught the eye of his opponent. It was as if all the pressure was released. Seabiscuts stride lengthened, hooves pounded, breath panting, lead gaining. It was over. War Admiral sunk back as they flew acrossed the finish line. The crowd roared. The horse shook. They had won.

A Seabiscuit Description by Mia

Astonishment swept over the crowd as the horses bolted at the ringing of the bell. Seabiscuit reached and clawed at the soil beneath him pulling it back as gained speed. War Admiral vigourously tore at the track, hurling ahead. Both horses legs curled and uncurled lunging them forward. Speed building and building. Seabiscuit forged ahead sweeping into the lead plowing forward. War Admiral shocked but not giving up, pouring his heart into the track. As they rounded the corner the crowd busted over the rail shreacking and earging the horses on. Woolf could feel Seabiscuit under him humming like an engine, the bobbing of his head ever so quetly, breathing very sligthly. Kurtsinger's jaw dropped, cleching his teeth, holding War Admiral back waiting for Seabiscuit to falter. The crowd realized something amazing. Seabiscuit was faster. Woolf watched the track fly behind him, pulling the soft leather through his fingers slowing Seabiscuit down. Kurtsinger saw the oppurtunity letting War Admiral burst forward.

Too be continued . . . when I can find the rest of it.

Seabiscuit Vs. War Admiral by Kodee

On November 1, 1938 Americans began pouring into the Pimlico race track. A match race between War Admiral and Seabiscuit was actively becoming something for everyone. Nearly all the stands were filled, plus some of the infield by 10:00 a.m. Families unwound themselves with smiles when they entered the track. Once the horses entered the damp, clumped dirt  the screaming grew more.

Seabiscuit and War Admiral came out one behind the other to set up for the race. War Admiral crimson ringed eyes glared out the track ready to leap out at the bell and leave behind his rival. The straining horses came precisely head and head at the starting rope. Both horses were ready and the bell cracked. War Admiral clawed at the race as Seabiscuit gradually accelerated, clinging to the first place. Rails flashed by as the horses came by at lighting speeds leaving an indistinct humming sound behind them, blending into the clouds of dust. War Admiral tried to stay with Seabiscuit sustaining a golden speed. Intensity was boiling over in the crowd once Charley and War Admiral caught Woolf and Seabiscuit, cutting the air like a sickle. Seabiscuit and War Admiral flashed by the infield glaring at each other down the homestretch. War Admiral's muscles bulging as he blazed up to Seabiscuit. Once War Admiral took the slightest lead, Seabiscuit pounced back into first place, and then made a dash for the finish. Woolf and Seabiscuit flew past the wire with a 4 length lead. Seabiscuit won the race. The crowd went wild and Seabiscuit took  the victory with George Woolf aboard.

A Seabiscuit Poem by Heavyn

War Admiral intensely concentrated on the track,
Flinging soil, adrenaline rising, exhilaration
Crowd screaming, neck in neck.
Everlasting rival, Seabiscuit winning
He cracked and ruthlessly clawed, aching.
A chance to be the one, lost forever in a dark abyss.

Rasping, blurring, hurling, lunging
Sounds of dying silence, ringing in the ears,
Precision, Snapping, bulging, shaking
Nervous roaring behind a binding gate of doubt.
Winning, losing, screaming, crying,
The race of the Century.

Seabiscuit cunningly positioning himself
Taking a tremendous lead
Taste of victory on his lengthy tongue
Astonishment among his gruel opponent,
Energy vigorously waking from deep depths
Soul champion, role model, winner.

A Seabiscuit Poem by Escher

Seabiscuit and the War Admiral trot to the rope.
Suddenly, the horses are off in a rush.
As they aggressively pulse, the track behind them is crushed.
It turns to mush, like a sickle, Seabiscuit rips through the air,
Giving the whole crowd a definite scare!
Fans screams roared! Fans tears poured!
War Admiral trailing, bulges and claws, trying for the lead.
He begins to catch up with one stretching heave.
The Admiral's body vented and ripped,
Seabiscuit and Woolf keep the lead.
They continue to speed and accelerate with ease.
Flicking the whip on War Admiral's hip.
Kurtsinger yells and screams.
Seabiscuit tears out, putting dirt in War Admiral's face.
One length, 2 lengths 3 lengths 4!
Cheering fan's eyes begin to pour.
Biscuit and Woolf have just won the race.
Admiral lost with a fair chase
in this war.

Seabiscuit Vs. War Admiral (runners up)

Perfect vs. Underdog
Nerviously churnning and turning at the starting line
hoofbeats thumping and claping in time.
Biscuit takes the lead
followed by Kurtsinger on his trusty steed. (Will)
The two horses crammed in as close as they could to the track fence. Seabiscuit's muscles bulged out as he lunged across the track. Curving around the first turn. The two racers ripped the soil off the ground leaving it a cloud of dust behind them. (Ciana) George Woolf, who sat on Seabiscuit was focused on the course, visualizing every speck and turn. he had memorized the many tactics; Red Pollard had told him about the magnificent horse, Seabiscuit. The bell rang echoing across the stands. Seabiscuit and War Admiral dug their hooves into the track.(Juliet Savage) They scratch at the ground with precisiously the same pace. Then Seabiscuit snatches the lead with uncommon grace. with his eyes bulging greatly, War Admiral tries to catch up, but George Woolf knows what he's doing and doesn't let up. The corner comes on fast and Seabiscuit takes it with ease. (Lincoln Massie) Intently slowing down to be even with War Admiral. They go on. One will be ahead by a nose. Then the other.(Sarah Weber) The two horses were neck and neck again, and they had banked it around the corner superbly . The battle was joined, the grand stands were shaking. (Nicole Wall) While the jockeys are clinging to their noble steed, the horses end up side by side, while the rail unwinds and hums behind them. As the ears are cocked up, dirt is flicking intently behind the speedy horses. Closer and closer, the murmuring and shouting is intense when Woolf is pushing himself to go faster and faster than War Admiral and his anxious jockey.(Hailey Bicknell) It was time. Woolf let Seabiscuit loose leaving three words "so long, Charley!' and with that Seabisuit's slender, muscled body accelerated. The crowd was loosing control, screaming Seabiscuit's name.(Davis Hubb) But War Admiral wouldn't go down without a fight. He uncoiled his legs, floating over the soil, the rail humming under the body of the colt. His nose bulged out as the last exhale forced out. He was too late. (Josh McCracken) The announcer's voice was astonishingly high by now. They were on the home stretch by now, and War Admiral was failing as Seabiscuit's eyes bored into his. "Come on, Pops, yah". Woolf encouraged Seabiscuit forward. "Seabiscuit by one, two, three, Seabiscuit by three!" The announcer squealed in a high pitch.  (Brandon Caldbeck) In each increment of acceleration, Seabiscuit gained one length lead then two then three, then finally four as he passed the final pole, winning the race. (Janeigh Lowry) Commotion and excitement drifting through the air. Seabiscuit had beaten War Admiral. Seabisuit was no doubt, the fastest horse.(Mady Commers)

Seabiscuit Word Choice

Red holds on to Seabiscuit, grudgingly tempted to peel at the dirt covering his face, but he refuses, easing on, pouncing, speeding to the finish line. Davis Hubb

Seabiscuit and Indian Broom were in the lead of the pack. With their hooves plunging into the air, though neither of them got shoved to the rail. Treju Thompson

Seabiscuit bursted out of the gate at blistering speed, the crowd starts to dramatically cheer as the heart stopping race begins. Kodee Wagner

Perched on the top of Seabiscuit, while in the starting gate; Red Pollard exchanged a few angry words with the other riders. Lincoln Massie

Waiting, suspense building, the jockeys talked smack and start making bets. Janeigh Lowry

With rage in his eyes and revenge on his mind, Red and Seabiscuit with a burst of lightning speed, they rampage through the crowd of horses. Taylor Palmer

The race had begun, pounding of horse hooves hitting the ground came from all directions, as each jockey and horse worked together to plunge to the lead. Brenna Neater

Chunks of mud fly back as the pack of horses take off, boldly dashing down the endless track, forcefully fighting for the upper position. Sydney Miller

The powerful horses streamed around the circuit blending into the flash of color before the engrossed audience. Lindsay Wantaja

Waiting for the bell, Red’s mind screams with thoughts of victory. Kate Martin

Feeling the suspense in the air, the horses leap off the ground, their stride cadence quickening; horses and jockeys, calmly united, bounded forward all four feet churning, inching, gaining, increments against each other. Kendra Wilke

Seabiscuit plunging towards the finish line, blinding his sides with expectance, missing Rosemont’s incremental gain, in which muzzling Red’s mind; thoughts in the past, Red grins with anticipation, muting the crowd’s ears. Kate Martin