Honestly, I feel like there are stories I have made in the past that weren’t that unique. I don’t know why, really. It may have been because of how nonsensical the story may have been or how one-dimensional the characters were. My earlier stories weren’t that great anyway… haha
However, my newer stories that I have made, I feel like they are unique because they different than other stories within those genres or they may bring something new to the table. I wouldn’t associate “mind-blowing” with “unique” because that’s not exactly how I would describe it. “Unique” is just an interesting trait your story has. Kind of like people. Each and every one of us is unique because of our differences, quirks, and flaws. It makes us different than our next door neighbor or our best friend. But you wouldn’t say that a person needs to be “mind-blowing” or “thrilling” to be considered “unique,” you know?
So honestly, yes, I believe my stories are unique. My current one is somewhat unique. xD And I believe it’s also somewhat mind-blowing as well, but since writing (and reading) is subjective, then how explosive it becomes with the mind is up to the reader. But I say this because the story isn’t like many other murder mysteries where it’s about an investigator and actually looking for clues. Asher (MC) tries to look for clues, but he sucks at it. And it’s not so much about finding them and locking them away. It’s about figuring out why that person had done it and the aftermath of their actions since another large portion of the story is about grief and depression. That is why I think the story is unique.
Now, is it mind-blowing? I’m not too sure. Like I said, I hope it is and maybe it “somewhat” is, but it’s just a fun, thrilling story that I hope others will enjoy as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. I will say that some scenes kind of blew me away with how I described them, like this one for example:
Parts of her body were blackened, but everything else about her was indistinguishable. Her face wasn’t even there; it had vanished, creating a massive hole within her skull. Blood covered every inch of her body like it was a canvas for an artist. The holes in her upper body, from her face to the sides of her neck, weren’t only split open, but had also bones and organs spilling out from them as her optic nerves and eyes drooped onto the side of her face. Her brain had been blown to bits as small pieces had stayed as if it were a bowl of noodle soup.
The cervical vertebrae punctured through her skin, and the tip of her chest cavity was ripped open, broken ribs poking out at odd angles. The muscles in her body were shredded, veins dangled outside of her skin that flapped in the slight breeze.
^ I never truly knew that I could describe something as… disturbing as that…
But yeah, I have many thrilling scenes in my story—kind of hard to pick one—but I’d say my current favorite one is the one I’m writing now. It’s a chase between two characters, one of whom is trying to escape (obviously, of course).