Mini sagas are complete stories written in fifty words or less.
The Rasta Deception
I couldn’t believe
it. The commander had a bomb on his chest, ticking away. The screen on it had
an ominous glow emitting from the Rasta who said “Shoot the hot spot and he
will be saved. However, miss and he will die… I clenched my teeth and shot...
I flew through the
skies feeling satisfied after drinking Poison’s blood even though it would
probably take a few years off of my life. It came into view, a dark brown shape
in the distance, The Mud Man! I felt the shots before I heard them. I must be dead …
My Game Plan
I turned red, my head
banged, I wish my dad would stop; going to the Gensons is my worst nightmare,
last time was disastrous.
“Attishoo” I sneezed;
Mrs Gensons horrified announced “Can’t have you here with a cold, off to bed
My plan had worked!
The assassin mounted
the tank, I had to run but where? The only car in sight a mini, I smashed the
window; took the wheel; raced away from the intruding tank.
At last the stairs
were within reach; down, down, I sped, the river a welcome sight, my nightmare
“Let down your hair!” Rapunzle’s heart raced; she leapt to the
window; down went her hair to her Prince.
“Ouch that hurt!” “Been to McDonalds lately, you are way heavier
than last time.”
Bump, the ground the Prince hit: “Sorry I put extensions in
“Another prince you must await.”
The end was near, but the boulder was closer. Arrows darted
everywhere, I ducked and weaved between them easily. Suddenly a native jumped
in front of me, blow pipe in his hand. I was about to kick him when Lewis
appeared and shot him twice. I was saved! Almost…
2 minutes to go Terry passed the ball in; I jumped up for a header
but suddenly I was winded and winded bad.
The ref signalled a penalty; I was going to take it. The pressure
was on… the score was 2 all; all I had to do was score!!
Hi, I’m a microbe, and this is what life is like for
I started life in the “sewers” as humans call it,
living among all the waste. One day, as I was swimming in some fresh sewage,
the earth started to rumble and a whole lot of children came by!!!
What were they doing here?! With all their
“antibacterial hand-gel” and “hygiene”; they make me sick!
It turned out that they were here on a school trip,
learning about micro-organisms/microbes/ME! Knowing that I was the centre of attention to them, I cheered up a little.
“Now children, who can tell me what a microbe is?”
asked what humans call a “teacher”. Immediately, 2 or 3 hands shot up in the air.
“Amy, please tell us.”
“A microbe is a microscopic creature that cannot be
seen with the naked eye. There are 3 types of microbe, and they are: Fungi,
Bacteria and Viruses. Some are used to make bread and yoghurt, and are
considered helpful, although there are some that can make you thoroughly sick
if not taken with care.” Explained the girl who was called “Amy”
I was quite impressed! This girl, unlike any others,
had fairly showed the wrongs and rights for my kind, I repeat, I was quite
“And who can tell me another helpful reason for
microbes?” asked the human “teacher”
“Matilda, maybe you?”
“Um... err, well miss, I can’t really think of any
right now because... looking at that horrid “sewage” it makes me think there
aren’t any good reasons for microbes.” She complained, putting her hand to her
The cheek!!!! How dare she have the nerve to say
that! Why, if I weren’t as small as I am, how I would shake her!! That’s rich
coming from her, there’s probably no, definitely no good reason for her!! OHHH!
Luckily for me, she was sent away from the group,
for being so ignorant. She walked away, sticking out her bottom lip out to,
looking very stroppy indeed!
They talked a bit more about microbes and moved on
to somewhere else.
I was feasting on a big piece of waste, when along
came a man in a long white coat who was what humans call a “Chemist”, with a
lot of worried people trailing behind.
“So you see, all those people who say that without
microbes, we can’t build up immunity to them; they are actually exposing
themselves to this!” Said the man in the white coat, pointing to the sewage/me!
me! I would say that “those people” are right! And then you come up to me with
your pointing, calling me this! Although the crowd of worried looking people
seemed to disagree, nodding their heads, staring at me [Even if they didn’t
know it] as if I were a blood sucking vampire!
“Come along, let’s move on to some where more, clean.” Said the [rude] man in the white
Well! I’ve never been so angry in all of my life
[and I’m 127483990... years old!]!!!!!!!!!!
I was just thinking about how all these people have
the sense to say that I’m no good, I’m only meant for trouble! Why can’t people
be more like Amy? She’s much more sensible! When I had a third visit, this time
it was from a person that humans call an “epi-epi-epidemiologist”. He was
accompanied by two other epidemiothingimijigies, and was talking about how they
need microbes to build up immunity.
“As you can see, Chemists are all worried about
getting ill, when one of the best cures are injections, where the patient had
some of the disease injected into their body, so that their immune system can
fight it and will be able to fight it off if they actually do catch the disease!”
I thought that that was a very wise speech, and very
“And if they make sure that they don’t expose
themselves to even a little bit of
the disease, if they do catch it,
their immune system won’t be ready for it, and it will be a very big shock for
it!” finished off one of the other epidemio-things.
That day, I learnt a lot more about myself than I ever
So if you ever come and visit me at the sewers, be
sure to have read my story first.
Year 6 was the most exciting
and challenging year of all. I had a few big moments like my fight with Harry and
when my trousers fell down; these are moments that I will never forget!
Once when I was walking down
the corridor with my books in my hands, Harry G knocked them out of my hands
and called me ‘Big Foot!’; I let loss my raging anger and the next minute, me
and him had a big scrap; he tore my shirt so I kicked him, this act got me
suspended because his nose was broken. That was my most challenging moment of
Half way through the year in
showing work assembly, I was showing my work about World War 2 and
terrifyingly, my trousers fell down and all the pupils in the school were laughing
their heads off, I ran out of the hall crying. I sure will never forget that
My most exciting and greatest
moment was the igospel concert at the Royal Festival hall in front of two
thousand people; we had been rehearsing for ten weeks for that moment, in which
I sang my heart out loudly.
That sums up my great Year 6
at school, which I will never forget no matter what!
Memories of the School Year
I would always remember the
saddest day at school; the day that our best goalkeeper (Kennedy) left our
school. He had only been in the school for a year; we never thought that he
would be leaving so soon.
The day Kennedy left, we
hada party to wish good luck and to
have a nice time in his new school; we would never forget him!
Our class get absolutely
spoilt by Ms Kitty. She is always taking us on trips; once we went to
Chislehurst Cave. We went in the cave; we were learning about World War Two and
we learnt that people had to huddle in the cave for quite a long time.
The most exciting and
challenging moments are now; doing my SATs, I’ve worked so hard for this throughout
the years in Ally Primary School and it’s been a real grind, now I just
wish that I would be successful.
Ally School have picked me for
several concerts; this has made my family very proud and my teachers very privileged
to have me in their class.
Memories of the School Year
My Favourite memory of this
year is getting a science award at a ceremony in front of many people, parents
and scientists! I felt privileged to be given an award by a very successful
Initially, when I heard about
the award, I was excited and nervous at the same time as I had never received
an award like this before. Paul our scientist told me in a calm excited way:
‘You are one of the children who will get one.’ I was surprised and joyful.
When the day finally arrived,
I felt proud to be myself and couldn’t wait for the moment when I would receive
the award. After school that day, my mum picked me up and we set off; it was
difficult finding the school where the ceremony was taking place.
As I waited for my turn, my
heart pounded and my palms got sweaty, Finally my name was called, at that
moment I felt nervous because I was in front of so many people; I got up slowly
from my seat;my legs feeling heavy like
lead; I just could not believe thatI
was really there. As I walked towards the stage, my pace quickened as I got
closer and realised that all the hard work that got me here had paid off.
‘Well done!’ beamed the
Astronomer as he shook my hand; I was elated as I received my certificate from
him and then it was all over!
This award has proved to me
that I can do better, the memory of receiving that certificate will stay with
me for the rest of my life.