Creative Writing: The Handmaid's Tale
Forests always made Modred happy. They gave him a sense of safety, a quiet place to think. He loved the sound of leaves crunching under his boots, and whenever displeased,(which was quite often), he would snap twigs and branches.
It was one of those days where Mordred was displeased. This time it was with his adoptive father. All he had done was kill a wolf! All his damned father cared about was, “good” this, “good” that, “You need to realize it can’t defend itself,blah blah blah.” He had been getting rid of a pest! Imagine if the wolf had stayed! It could have hurt the horses, the townspeople, or even his damned little brother. He stomped on the leaves, fuming into the forest.
Everyone loved his brother. He would always hear everyone saying …show more content…
He just kept storming forward.
Why was his father this way? When his godly little brother killed a rabbit he wouldn’t scold him. In fact, he would cheer! Arthur never cheered for him. His whole life Mordred had bowed down to his father, no-- not even his real father-- knowing that he could never sit on that throne. He had to look around, while his brother was worshipped, and he was treated like a rock on the ground. Mordred felt the anger inside of him build up.
He stopped. In front of him, on a low tree branch stood a squirrel. It’s nose twitched. Mordred put a hand on his dagger. The squirrel didn’t move. Mordred saw a flash of red. He lashed out his anger to the helpless squirrel. The next thing he knew the squirrel was attached to the branch, his dagger sticking out of it’s side. He wasn’t done. The creature fell to the ground as he pulled the dagger out. He was still angry. He began stabbing the squirrel, over, and over, and over until it was a red mess of carcass.
Blinking, he realized what he was doing. He looked at the blood on his blade and hands. This was something father would be furious about. He dropped the dagger and fell to his knees.
“No no, no..” His voice was barely a whisper. “I-I-’m
It was one of those days where Mordred was displeased. This time it was with his adoptive father. All he had done was kill a wolf! All his damned father cared about was, “good” this, “good” that, “You need to realize it can’t defend itself,blah blah blah.” He had been getting rid of a pest! Imagine if the wolf had stayed! It could have hurt the horses, the townspeople, or even his damned little brother. He stomped on the leaves, fuming into the forest.
Everyone loved his brother. He would always hear everyone saying …show more content…
He just kept storming forward.
Why was his father this way? When his godly little brother killed a rabbit he wouldn’t scold him. In fact, he would cheer! Arthur never cheered for him. His whole life Mordred had bowed down to his father, no-- not even his real father-- knowing that he could never sit on that throne. He had to look around, while his brother was worshipped, and he was treated like a rock on the ground. Mordred felt the anger inside of him build up.
He stopped. In front of him, on a low tree branch stood a squirrel. It’s nose twitched. Mordred put a hand on his dagger. The squirrel didn’t move. Mordred saw a flash of red. He lashed out his anger to the helpless squirrel. The next thing he knew the squirrel was attached to the branch, his dagger sticking out of it’s side. He wasn’t done. The creature fell to the ground as he pulled the dagger out. He was still angry. He began stabbing the squirrel, over, and over, and over until it was a red mess of carcass.
Blinking, he realized what he was doing. He looked at the blood on his blade and hands. This was something father would be furious about. He dropped the dagger and fell to his knees.
“No no, no..” His voice was barely a whisper. “I-I-’m