Creative Writing: The Handmaid's Tale

barn. Here, he comes to a realization while looking at the bird's feathers saying this, that the

After a while the bird’s master became thirsty and they left the animals at peace for a moment and searched for a stream. Once he spotting a gurgling brook, full of the clearest, purest crystal water he ever saw, it seemed

When he bought it he whispered to the bird,”I know who will take care of you, little bird.” He was going to give the bird to his ill daughter to make her feel better. Like all of the other characters the man didn’t know what the swallow was saying. He placed the cage in the room and left. When the girl woke up in the middle of the night she saw the birdcage in her room and she realised how terrible it can be when a bird is in there. None of the characters understood what the bird wanted so badly but finally the bird has its chance. The bird slightly hesitated then opened its wings and flew away. Additionally, the girl said,”Will you fly for me, too, little bird?” stating that she can’t get free but she wants to feel free.

traditional communities, particularly in the more remote villages, she is still expected to shave her head and live like an ascetic, sleeping on the ground, living only to fast and pray for her departed spouse. (50)

In Margaret Atwood’s ‘The Handmaids Tale’, we hear a transcribed account of one womans posting ‘Offred’ in the Republic of Gilead. A society based around Biblical philosophies as a way to validate inhumane state practises. In a society of declining birth rates, fertile women are chosen to become Handmaids, walking incubators, whose role in life is to reproduce for barren wives of commanders. Older women, gay men, and barren Handmaids are sent to the colonies to clean toxic waste.

At the bird’s appearance and apparent vocal articulation, he is at first impressed, then saddened. He compares this evening visitor as only another friend which will soon depart, just as “other friends have flown before” (58). But the raven again echoes quite aptly his one-word vocabulary, thus leading the man on to think more deeply about the possibilities that exist at this juncture. Somewhere deep inside him, he has realized that it doesn’t matter what question he poses, the bird will respond the same.

My tale goes over yonder where the night howled and the curtains in the sky were drawn. It was soon to be midnight, midnight was near! And there in bed laid a tired soul tainted with sin. The tired old soul was a man that could never get any sleep at night. Though he was too ashamed to admit it he was scared of the dark. When the sun went down he was alone and full of doubt and could never go without wonder what walked and crept about especially after hearing were the murder called death may have hidden. He thought he would compromise that night. He left one eye open and one eye closed, therefore he would only be half asleep. Minutes passed by and then they were gone as he started to yawn. His eye began to ache so he shut it for a while to

Once they reached Hytocron, it wasn't too long of a wait before the king appeared with the relia. He looked irritated, Kialsi of course hadn't been here for their initial meeting, but she got the idea. They had agreed to the tournament and it seemed like the king hadn't expected them to win. He said that thanks to them he'd be considered the worst king in history, but quite frankly, by gambling with the relia he'd made himself the worst king already.

There once was a boy name Joule that lived the life of a wizard. He had not chosen this fate yet he was born into it. His father was a great wizard that fought for his kingdom yet one day the queen was killed and the second in command had a dear hardened for wizards unlike the queen before him. Now that Joule and his father Dermpath have been thongue out of the kingdom they now live a life of outcast. Until one day when the king needs Dermpath help in fighting the army of orcs lead by Malabar the orc king. When fighting the father is captured and is trapped in the orc castle. Joule knows that he must save his father because without him he is nothing and is helpless.

The crow was staring right at him. “It couldn’t possibly be you that’s saying all of those things,” he said as he approached the bird. Still, the words of that creepy voice loomed in his head- accept me. James stared at the bird, eyes wide. That's when the crows eyes begin to smoke... James was taken aback. How could this be happening? The crow’s eyes were as dark as coal. It hurt James’ pale eyes just to look at them. Spreading its wings, the crow lunged at James; he screamed. What was happening? James fell backwards, his eyes now felt heavy. The last thing he saw before he past out was the crow, and the smoke, taking the shape of what looked like a

“Well, birding takes a lot of knowledge and practice,” answered Uncle Luis. He explained that the bird they saw soared high in the sky, barely flapping its wings. It held its wings out straight as it flew and

He flexed his ebony wings. They were large and the deep black of pitch, or so everybody told him. He wanted to fly, They told him he could not, that he would never soar effortlessly like them. Their wings were soft and white as freshly fallen snow. They were the angels that ruled all, sitting at their petty counsels. They were beautiful, with pale faces that looked as if they were carved from ivory. Sometimes he could believe that they were, for their faces, though lovely, showed no emotion. Their smiles were empty and their eyes were cold. His eyes were golden—or so he was told.

He wonders why the birds are just waiting in the sky as if they are waiting for a command, why they are restless, and he thinks it is strange that they are little birds and they are the type of the birds that normally keep to their own territory and don’t have a history of attacking people . When he looks out toward the coast, he sees the birds flocking in his direction and he believes that for some odd reason, they are going to come down to the

The birds’ thoughts are his own interpretation. He witnesses what he believes to be true love between the two.

Zan heard a scream in the beginning before the sun rise from the east towards where Sata had ran from there to get to him. From which he knew she was acquiring food from in the region as she had told him this. The veil of night was beginning to part, The sound he was able to recognize as her voice. He raced towards the voice that had come from there, he wondered where she was. Tearing through the woods in search of the answer. The brush that was there, did not impede him as he tore through it.