Creative Writing: The Handmaid's Tale

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It had taken Tal a long time to finally hunt the boar that had been terrorizing her village that day. She had been tracking it for hours in the forest around her small mountain village. The holes it had dug into their farms had already been devastating but no one would volunteer to take on the fearsome beast, no one but her. Tal had tracked it all the way to a clearing on the mountainside miles from her village. She stalked through the forest her feet padding softly on the undergrowth as she struggled to push ferns out of the way. The smell hit her first. A pungent odor wafted over her as she nearly gagged from the stench. She crouched and hid next to the fern as she clutched her pickaxe. Kobolds valued strength and mining, she was no different. Her pickaxe was a symbol of her strength and it was her only weapon. She pushed the fern out of the way and stepped into the clearing. It’s size was the first thing that hit her, it was twice her size. This was a bad idea, it was impossible. It’s snuffled stopped and it froze for a moment listening, Tal held her breath. The beast grunted as it lumbered around to face her and she truly took in the monstrosity of it. The gore on it’s tusks glistened as it’s nostrils flared and it’s hot disgusting breath washed over her. …show more content…

Why had she come here? She couldn’t kill this thing, she was one of the weakest in her village. She felt a cold hand grasp her heart as she stared down the beast. The world around her seemed to teeter for a moment as she froze. The cold seeped further down her veins into her limbs and she felt a crushing weight as it took a step closer. She was going to die and no one would even know. They would think she abandoned her village. A clutch deserter. The worst shame a kobold could carry. As she raised her head and stared the beast in it’s gigantic beady eyes she felt something

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