The Handmaid's Tale: A Narrative Fiction

He walks down the hall looking at the dirty and rusted lockers and the stained floors. Looking away from the nerds who are pushed into the lockers by the jocks. What a typical high school life anyone could have gone through. Bishop looks at the posters for the valentine's contest to see who would be the cutest couple. “Ugh even the sight of this makes my head hurt...,” He said aggravated. He looks down at his custom watch and touch an image on it and falls deep inside his mind. The bell rings loud and he notices he's late for class.

Treloar's outward air of confidence was mostly a facade; an attempt to keep both of their spirits buoyed. Two days cooped up in the hotel room, the walls seeming to relentlessly creep closer and closer in, and the knowledge they were sitting ducks being hunted by Huntington's goons, had lowered his morale. Enough, at times to even begin to wonder if Lexi would have been better off if he'd never re-entered her life.

Philip Zimbardo, an American psychologist said, “Bullies may be the perpetrators of evil, but it is the evil of passivity of all those who know what is happening and never intervene that perpetuates such abuse,” (“Philip Zimbardo Quotes”). In Margaret Atwood’s dystopian novel, The Handmaid’s Tale, a pair Handmaid’s called Offred and Ofglen, and a wife named Serena Joy, clearly exhibit contrasting examples of complacency and passivity in their dystopia. Taking place in what used to be the United States, the Republic of Gilead begins their overthrow first with a massacre of the previous government, followed by the Republic effectively stripping women

It took them both a long time to understand that the boy was sick, though she would point out that she had been the first to notice that he was unhappy, and had sought to remedy his discontent with sweeter treats and more delightful distractions. She thought it was evidence that she loved him more—that she had noticed first that something was wrong—and she said as much to her husband, when they were still trying to outdo each other in love for the child.

Once Perceval hurried the small crowd from the room, he asked Ulrich to step into the hallway with him, and Carina, fussing with the bedclothes, overheard the whispered conversation.

"Shower, and freshen up, then we can either go out for dinner, or call something in. I could even try my hand up at mustering up a meal. Accommodation apparently cames with a fully-stocked pantry." And so it should, with the exorbitant cost, although he'd have been happy to pay ten times as much for guaranteed security. "Treloar grinned, able to forget about for a while at least, their plans to call Levine later that evening, content for the moment simply in the company of Lexi and the knowlege that, for a while at least and for the first time since she'd flown to LA, they'd be be able to relax in complete comfort and security. 'You might be surprised to know that the teenage Richard Trelaor is now a dab hand in the

The Head of Security had not knowing that morning what path the day would take. Ever since his discovery of the Heiress's liasion with Richard Treloar, his mind had been filled with all sorts of imaginations, and fantasies of what would take place with Lexi Huntington, but that's all they'd been. Whether he'd dare carry through with them, in the knowledge of the possible repercussiosn, even the man through all his bluff and bluster had been unsure of himself. To fuck the Socilaite, and not just to fuck her, but to degrade, humiliate and cause her physical and emotional pain in her Father's very house, entrusted by the man to look after her, was an act of revenge and definance even he'd been unsure he was capable of perpetrating. Not due to

Bahauddin looked up, this narrow and vertical passage was a quite a quest to the frail old man. He tied his flaming lantern to his ragged belt, weighing him down more and more. He desperately tried to squirm him way out of the cavern. As time went on, he inched up and up until he reached the top. He climbed out of the salt cavern in awe.

She only has one chance to survive. Risking it all in hopes of having a better life. Will she take it or will she leave it. The novel The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood takes place in a dystopian society where a woman named Offred who to tries to adjust and adapt to this society; where she must undertake a certain role. Trying to survive in this society makes her do things not even she would think she would do. The characterization of Offred, flashbacks, and plot twists in the novel shows the quest for survival leads to chaos and doing the unthinkable.

In the novel, The Handmaid’s Tale, Margaret Atwood examines a conservative society in which women’s rights are completely restricted and women are valued only for their ability to procreate. The world depicted in the novel is an exploration of a possible future, where the former United States is controlled by a warped theocracy called the Republic of Gilead. This dark dystopian tale is seen through the eyes of the narrator, “Offred”, whose limited perspective still manages to reveal the impact the totalitarian regime has on society and the lives of its citizens. Atwood’s depiction of Offred’s best friend “Moira” offers up the novel’s most fascinating and tragic character. Under this oppressive regime, with it’s warped fundamentalist approach to religion, Moira undergoes a major transformation from strong-willed, independent woman to defeated, indifferent individual whose spirit is broken.

What would Treloar think? Her Father? The staff at the Mansion, or even James Astor, if they could see the pampered and entitled Heiress as she was now. Would they lose respect for the woman, with the knowledge that she'd willingly taken a man's; one whom she despised; cock in her mouth, and allowed herself to be verbally abused, degraded, and whipped. And what's more, that despite her protestations and denials, the whore had enjoyed it. The whimpers that escaped Lexi, her writhing body, and the juices that coated his digits and dripped from her freshly fingered slit were incontrovertible evidence of pleasure, and Karl intended to ensure as best he could, that the memory would forever remain fresh in her mind. In the end, despite how others may have reacted, the most important person he wished to see lose respect for Alexandra Huntington, was Alexandra Huntington

I am servant, the servant who will escort princess WenLu, the fifteenth daughter of Wei emperor, to her marriage. It will be a long, hard, treacherous journey. Three other servants, the princess and I will set off on horseback across the long, wide, unforgiving desert.

The Handmaid’s Tale begins with the narrator Offred. Offred belongs to the class of Handmaids, which are the fertile women forced to bear children for elite, barren couples. She starts by describing the gymnasium where she and other women have been sleeping and staying for long nights. Aunt Sara and Aunt Elizabeth are the ones that watch over Offred and the other girls, making sure that they don’t escape. The two aunt are not allowed to carry any guns, just the guard the ones who are allowed guns are the angels, but they are not to enter as the women are not to exit except twice a day for a walk. Offred only wishes she could speak to the guards to make a deal with her body and maybe then they would help her or let

“So, what do we do now?” Leo asked. It had been only a few hours since they had arrived in the Leaky Cauldron and while some of them were content to read the books Hecate had given them.

He knew his wife was up to something the moment she tried to ignore anything to do with the mere mention of the word boyfriend. How she adamantly refuse to say Joshua Hunt’s name was yet another hint I should’ve paid closer attention. maybe it was how I was on the verge of asking her if she knew any other name then Trever Benson that had caused me to be distracted. She knew the moment that boy was introduced to me and his attention was more of some of the maids preforming their task then speaking to me. when one of the women dropped something they had to pick up and he broke out in a cold sweat, I should’ve thrown him out of the nearest window. It wouldn’t have mattered if I had, we were on the ground floor. Then and again, it might not have been a total loss if the shock of it all cause him to scream for several hours thinking he was falling. He didn’t seem too bright to know the difference.