The wind was restless. There was a bolt of lightning that struck a house and it burst into flames. The Vikings were here...WHOOSH!!!! An arrow flew through the air and hit a man in the chest. That man was my father. started to sob. I wanted to go to him and hold him in my arms. My mom held me back. “It is over,” my mom said to me and we ran as fast as we could away from the terror. I hope that I will return to my village one day and seek revenge on the treacherous Vikings, especially the one who killed my father.
By Johnathan R.M.
I saw a large red-sailed ship, and it was the Vikings. They were screaming and getting closer . . . and closer. They looked mean, ruthless, and hairy. They were here to take over. I was so scared I was shaking out of my pants. What would happen to me and my family? I was having flashbacks. My mom, dad, and my little brother were at home. I started to think why was I just standing there I need to go warn the others. I was running as fast as I could. I looked behind me and I saw the Viking ship. I remembered that the town had a big boat that everyone could escape on. They were right behind me with bows, swords, flails, and shields. I saw them trading with people and taking them to the boat. My heart dropped as I saw my dad getting taken by one of the Vikings. I was sobbing. How could this happen my dad. My dad would get killed if he fought them. I rushed back home I saw my mom and my little brother crying. I told my mom that I was going to get dad. My mom grabbed my hand and said, “No, I can't lose you too!”
Mom was right I would get captured too. I ran to see if they were still there. I saw the boat leaving with my dad screaming, “HELP!” There was nothing I could do. I will never forgive the cruel Vikings.
By Jack S.
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