It all started in the land of the Vikings, there lived two Viking gods called Thor and Loki. Thor was a mighty, strong and clever god who was the god of thunder, and Loki could shape shift.
One day, wherever Thor went, Loki was nowhere to be seen. He went to see Odin the god of all gods.
Odin have you seen Loki?
Odin said no I haven’t.
Thor went to look for Loki in Midgard while Odin kept watch in Asgard. Thor came back to Asgard.
Odin, Loki is not in Midgard, Thor tried to tell him. But before he was going to leave from talking to Odin the eagle swooped down and said the scary monster drill horn has captured Loki. What! How do you know?
The cheeky squirrel told me.
Thor said where is he taking him now?
To his lair.
I must save Loki. Drill Horn is a naughty I will go straight to his lair and save Loti.
Soon he was where Drill Horn’s lair was.
Drill Horn I have prepared to battle you and save Loki.
The battle began. First Thor was winning then Drill Horn then finally Thor killed Drill Horn and Thor went to find Loki. At last Thor found Loki in a cave and Thor used his lightning to get Loki out. Finally they went back home to Asgard.
Rory Year 2
It all started long ago in Asgard in that land there is a Viking god who was brave, mighty and strong – his name was Thor. Asgard was a beautiful, glittering land as shiny and bright as the sun and as harmonious as a butterfly and as high as Mount Everest. Under that was Midgard, land of the humans, which was as green as leaves in spring. Under that among the ancient roots of the wonderful and mythical tree was Jotunheim as cold as lizards blood in the middle of winter. In Jotunheim there was a streaky dragon, in Asgard a wise eagle and in Midgard a mischievous squirrel.
Thor was relaxing on a hot summer’s day when a huge shape came gently floating down on the wind. Thor sat up in surprise for the eagle was sitting next to him, the eagle seemed out of breath.
“Karol and Kirsty have been kidnapped by the dragon Yaharma,” he panted anxiously.
“What?’ stuttered Thor instantly standing up. “How?”
“The cheeky squirrel told me he saw the dragon cross the rainbow bridge and then he said it came back with Karol and Kirsty.”
“I will pack my things for I will go and rescue them!” exclaimed Thor importantly.
So Thor set off on his long hard journey ahead. Once he arrived in Midgard he found a deserted cottage but in it was a ferocious swarm of bats with teeth as sharp as daggers. Thor stumbled back and found himself tumbling backwards and was suddenly caught by his horse for he had run down the hill to save him.
“Thank you,” Thor whispered gratefully patting its mane. After hunting for shelter for hours they settled down and awoke feeling refreshed. They had breakfast and set off to Jotunheim.
When they arrived they found Yaharma in her cave.
“I am Yaharma of Jotunheim,” she hissed slyly.
After she said this, Thor asked politely, Will you let Karol and Kirsty go?”
“Ha, ha, ha. Fight for them! She said wickedly.
The battle was tremendous, Thor whirled his hammer round his head and gave Yaharma a deadly blow to her head. Yaharma breathed a blazing hot fireball at Thor but he managed to dodge, singeing his clothes. But Thor was clever, he struck Yaharma with lightning and all that was left of her was string with a key. The mighty Thor picked up the key and released Karol and Kirsty.
They rode back triumphantly on Thor’s horse drawn chariot and went back to Midgard where they rested in the barn and the following day made their way back towards Asgard. When they got back they held a celebration party and told everyone about their amazing victory. “Wow you really are amazing Thor!” they exclaimed speechlessly.
Poppy Year 4
The Magic Tree Under Attack
Once up in the clouds there was a land called Asgard. Asgard was a beautiful place and it shimmered with gold. Below Asgard was Midgard the land of the humans and the animals and full of trees and lakes. Under that was Jotunheim the land of the giants which was frosty and cold. In Asgard there was a hero called Thor. Thor had incredible super powers like thunder and lightning and a magic hammer.
Asgard was usually a peaceful place but one day a giant tried to axe down the magic tree. The panic started in Midgard but luckily the cheeky squirrel saw the naughty giant. As quick as a flash the squirrel told the eagle and he spoke to Odin.
“Odin, Odin, the cheeky squirrel told me a giant tried to axe down the tree. I must speak to Thor.”
And they set off on their journey, first on the rainbow and then in his chariot pulled by two goats.
When Thor got there he quickly set off to find the giant. As soon as he saw him he crept behind him and WHACK, Thor hit him on the head.
“Yaw!” screamed the giant and he picked Thor up and hurled him onto the floor, but Thor struck him with lightning and the giant was defeated.
“Victory!” Thor shouted.
Then Thor stabilised the tree and set off again to tell everyone it was okay. When he got to Midgard everyone gathered around patiently.\”Did you do it?” said someone.
“Yes I did!”
Then he went on the rainbow to Asgard. “Odin, I did it!”
“You did a good job Thor.”
And they all lived happily ever after.
And that was the end of the magic tree under attack.
Leon Year 3
The Saga of Astrid
Astrid was a brave and once mighty warrior – feared by men throughout the Danish kingdom. Still young, Astrid is seeking an opponent that is idolised by many. Will she complete her lifelong dream and enter the home of the Nordic gods: Valhalla? Or will she suffer the eternal boredom that lies in Hellheim?
This is the Saga Of Astrid!
A blue sky was shining down on Astrid as she marched down by the sea. Before long, her first adversary came into view. He was a great big bull of a man, who was ready to fight!
He roared a fearsome roar.
“Good luck little girl,” he whispered, “You’re going to need it! Ha ha!”
“We’ll see about that!” Astrid shouted as she lunged forward.
“Missed me,” he cackled.
Suddenly, out of the blue, he started swinging his axe above his head. “no-one can defeat Vali!” he bellowed mechanically. His axe came round by his head. Once again he swung it madly, too madly, as it came and chopped his hand off.
“Is that so?” laughed Astrid, “Cheerio!” and she wandered off up the cliff that was nearby.
It was a while before she met her next foe. She passed the time by praying to Woden. Then he emerged from the horizon, armed with only a bow and a single arrow.
“I am Cuyler!” he roared.
“Good to know,” answered Astrid.
He loaded his final arrow, and TWANG it shot forward. Skillfully, Astrid ducked.
“He, he, he?” she chuckled cautiously.
Astrid approached. Cuyler backed off. He went a bit too far and fell off the cliff.
“Two down,” said Astrid.
Exceedingly annoyed, Astrid stormed down the other side of the cliff like a wild tornado. She slouched her back on a stone, which was lumpy and very uncomfortable, and thought for a long while. All of a sudden, neither death nor living seemed appealing. Without warning, a huge girly scream came from the hill top.
“Here we go again,” thought Astrid.
I would like to say that she was wrong, but I can’t as the man running down the hill was not a natural warrior. He was as skinny as a stick and his beard made him look like a gnome, but I am not saying he didn’t try. He ran like lightning towards Astrid, who hadn’t bothered to turn around, shouting wildly. Suddenly there was an ear splitting, almighty noise: SQUELCH. Then came another: BANG. It seemed that the not-so-fearsome warrior had catapulted himself, head first, into a ditch killing himself instantly.
There came a distant cry, not of terror, not of fear, but of determination. Astrid plodded off curiously to find out where the mysterious sound was coming from.
She charged through the forest, not stopping for anything, not caring if she pricked her legs on bramble thorns, this could be her last and only chance to enter Vallhalla. She had to take it.
Right there in front of her own two eyes, she witnessed an unholy massacre. It was as black as night, when it shrieked the whole earth wobbled as if it was going to fall out of the sky. Its eyes shimmered, though they held only menace and destruction.
Emily G Year 5
The Saga of Astrid
Astrid was a once beautiful Viking woman who was now ageing and Valhalla was calling to her. She had always dreamt of dieing an honourable death.
Astrid set off to find a worthy opponent. She was wearing a long, deep blue tunic with all of her weapons in leather pockets attached to her belt; she had only a few belongings with her which were sealed in a small leather rucksack.
After a while, Astrid found her first opponent. He was male, muscly, big and broad. He had a big bushy ginger beard. He carried a long spear. The ‘worthy’ opponent took a few steps forward as he came towards Astrid. Suddenly, the cliff started to crack, it fell down taking Astrid’s first opponent with it: crash!
Shortly after, the next adversary appeared through the deep thick of the trees. He was very well looked after and groomed: his beard was tidy and waxed; his clothes were neat and uncreased and his hair was combed. He was picture perfect.
Astrid was ready for battle, the adversary swung his axe and fell down in a muddy puddle. He got his beard wet and muddy as well as his clothes. The adversary’s appearance was ruined. He ran away, fearing for himself.
“How silly,” sighed Astrid as she walked along the gravelled path to victory.
Before long, Astrid’s next rival appeared out of the gloom. He had thin legs but broad shoulders. He was clumsy and very forgetful. Astrid and the rival, Tait, wrer surrounded by hills and fields. It was beautiful. Tait ran down the hill; he tripped on a mole hill and went flying down the big hill. The sea lay just beyond the hill and Tait fell into it: splash!
All of a sudden, Astrid saw a huge 10 foot tall giant. He was called Vall, he had bulging biceps and terrific triceps. Vall’s clothes were ripped and small; he wore a blue t-shirt and jagged trousers. Like a raging bull, Vall smashed Astrid with an axe but he just missed. Astrid chopped one of Vall’s fingers and he threw a spear at Astrid.
Would Astrid finally go to Valhalla…?
Yes she would. The gates opened slowly, mountains of new gold weapons appeared in Astrid’s arms. A jug of ale was waiting for her at the top of the many stairs. She had finally fulfilled her dreams.
That was the saga of Astrid.
Grace Year 6
A Dinosaur Makes A Pizza
A long long time ago there was a Tyrannosaurus Rex and a egg and the egg was about to hatch. So the Tyrannosaurus Rex thought to make a pizza. But he burnt it so he made another one. And the egg hatched but he put the wrong ingredients in yuk he said. So he used the cookbook and he put the pizza in the oven. He took it out of the oven because he thought it was going to be yummy. And it was yummy. The end.
Sophie Year 1
Maia the Fossil Hunter
Once upon a time there was a girl. She was called Maia. She lived in a house. She was a fossil hunter. She sprinkled some
She lived happily ever after.