Creative Writing: The Handmaid's Tale

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Bahauddin reached the end of the narrow passageway and held his lantern above his head. A small shaft ran straight up from the stone ceiling, about the size of a chimney and just big enough for a man to climb through. You would have never seen it had you not have known where to look. As I climbed out of the cavern I looked around to make sure there wasn’t anybody that would be seemed as a threat. I ran through the woods to get to the village of my people, but all I could see was smoke and fire in the air about 100 yards from where I was standing. I prayed that my family and my people got out of there before they did this. I ran as fast I could to the village. But all of the a sudden I heard a deep voice from behind, “Hey what do you think …show more content…

I turned my body and saw that he had a mask on, but he had a swastika ribbon on his shoulder I was confused. Boom! A grenade went through some bushes and rolled over to him. His guts and blood filled the air. It was almost like I could taste it. Ran into what looked like my old home, but when I looked around all I could see was dead burnt bodies with smoke still reflecting off their skin. I almost puked I knew that it as my family, but I was still in denial. Out of no where I hear a little voice say, “Uncle Bahauddin is that you?” “Yes, yes it….it…it is me.” I bragged. “mommy and papa aren’t waking up they have been sleeping for a long time.” I grabbed her and I ran. We got to the cave and I heard voices from the back ground it was my best friend, Justin I heard him yell. I bursted through those woods to him and hid. I saw the ISIS Nazis bend him on his knees. He was in a line of about 20 people. I heard one of the leaders of there gang yell, “who’s your God. please tell me I want to know.” Some one yelled, “Our God in heaven hallowed by thy nah….” he was interrupted by a machete through his throat. I saw blood bursting through his neck pouring to the …show more content…

The little girl that was in the house of my burnt family was screaming I all over the dark dusty cave, and I got the lantern I found and shined it. I saw a ISIS Nazi grab her by her hair and slice her throat. He was laughing while the blood of the girl was dripping ever so slowly down his face Justin, Nathan, and I went up to the big darkened blood man and take the machete and they pinned him down and I sliced both of his wrist then while the blood of his cut veins shiver on my feet I took that machete, and I sliced his throat just deep enough to make him suffer for a few last minutes. We left the man, and took the girl with us we buried her in the

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