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I’m the original poster of this thread and I’m so proud of all of you who posted here. I do hope everyone believes in themselves a bit more now that we have discussed it
I’ve been trying to reply to all of you but WOW this thread is growing fast. I really enjoyed reading all your posts. Thanks for sharing what you think is unique or mind-blowing about your stories :3
I think I never mentioned what I believe is so unique or mind-blowing about my stories (I only have one completed novel so I’m gonna be only talking about it). So, here it goes:*
- I am proud of my psychological thriller (some say it’s a horror with all the guts and gore) story “Got Guts?: How To Escape A Psycho Serial Killer” (even though it is the first draft of my very first story, and even though I was just trying to learn how to write a novel) because of its unpredictable and realistic storyline.
I showed how horrible a real kidnapping story should be, but also added a creepy element of unrequited love behavior from the kidnapper. I did not romanticize the story.
- I am proud of all the insane plot twists I managed to pull in “Got Guts?” (according to many readers), but the only twists that made me wanna reread is the very last 2 chapters and the epilogue. I think it shows how much I improved as a writer too.
The very unique concept of this story IMO is that the victim is a male character who showed only interest in dating girls. So, being kidnapped by an unstable, bipolar, hypersexual, bisexual man who is constantly hitting on him was the most disturbing element of my story that I feel I can call unique at least on Wattpad because it does not turn into an abusive love story.
I love researching anything I have little to no knowledge of
(They call me a “Walking Encyclopedia” in real life). So, when I wrote this story, I read a lot in psychology (to study panic attacks, nervous breakdowns, and the mentality of the victim and the kidnapper), medicine (to study some medical procedures and illnesses that are described in the story), chemistry (because our little protagonist is a chemist and uses his chemistry to plan his escape), and a bunch of other stuff that I can’t mention because they’re spoilers. So, there are a lot of little facts included in some chapters. Readers learn new things from the story. One of the readers said “This should be a text book in schools because I have learned a lot from it.”
Oh, and the one of the scenes I’m most proud of is:
SPOILER FROM CHAPTER 24
This scene happened right after Kevin fought back with a spear-like weapon he improvised. He managed to make the kidnapper slip and attempted to stab him, but the kidnapper took a hold of his improvised weapon. This scene is from the kidnapper’s POV:
Then everything happened so fast. I tried to sit up while laughing at him, “This show ended before it…” All of a sudden, I heard a loud grunt. My eyes widened when I saw that he was using the sink to give him a push and a balance while he was slamming his foot down at my groins as hard as he could.
“Oooowwww!” a long agonizing groan escaped my lungs.
Dear Lord. This is the worst pain I’ve ever had.
I dropped his toy weapon and immediately bent over in a fetus position, placed my hands on my crotch then rolled my body to the side on the ground, trembling with agony. My eyes started to water from the horrible, growing pain in my stomach. My face twisted into so many shapes.
And here I thought that this lil guy gave up. How foolish of me. I should’ve known by now that this stubborn kid never gives up.
“You’re still talking,” he said with a breathless voice.
I tried so hard to laugh, but it was too painful to even think about laughing. So, I just smiled and told him, “You kick like a girl,” with a high-pitched, raspy voice.
What kind of inhuman voice came out of my mouth?!
Then he picked his toy spear laying next to me. I could hear it clank. I slowly opened my eyes and saw his stunning, angelic face looking down at me with a serious expression.
Oh, why did you have to look so God damn cute? It’s very distracting.
He raised his eyebrows and said in a sarcastic tone, “I think you lost your balls there…”
I lifted my right hand up trying to shield myself from his upcoming attack. It was still too painful for me to move after that kick.
He held his weapon up with both hands and landed it as strong as he could on the right side of my abdomen—almost in the same spot that I stabbed him in—cutting through my white shirt and allowing the blood to splatter out of my wound.
I screamed and held that damn spear to prevent it from getting further inside me. Did I say angelic?* No, he’s a devil. But I guess I kinda had that one coming.
Kevin then growled furiously at my face, “…'CAUSE YOU SCREEAAM LIKE A GIRL!” with the spear still in his hands and the sharp edge shredding my flesh.
Why I like it?
BECAUSE IT WAS SOOO SATISFYING!
Then there’s the plot twist that I loved the most out of my plot twists:
SPOILER FROM THE LAST CHAPTER
Kevin was in the hospital after succeeding in escaping the serial killer. However, he doesn’t remember what happened during his rescue. After getting the proper treatment, he was moved out of the ICU room to a general hospital room, resting on the bed. That’s when he felt something wasn’t right, but he couldn’t tell what it is:
The doctor and Rosaline worked on Kevin’s wound until the doctor grunted, “Ugh. I can’t see clearly with these dirty glasses.” He asked Josh, “Young man, would you be kind and clean my glasses for me. You can use the hand sanitizer in the bathroom.”
Josh picked the glasses and said, “Sure.”
As he was about to go, Kevin grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled him back. Josh stared down at Kevin and all he saw was fear.
“Don’t leave me,” Kevin murmured.
Josh assured him, “I’m not leaving the room. It’s just the bathroom. I won’t even close the door, OK?”
Kevin hesitatingly nodded and let go of Josh, allowing him to go to the bathroom.
Kevin heard the hunchback doctor hiss in pain as he grabbed his lower right side of his back.
“Your back hurts,” Kevin blurted as if he remembered someone with a back injury too; a greasy injury.
The doctor answered, “Yeah, it’s because of an accident a few years ago.”
Then the doctor rose up and lifted his right hand to the equipment on the table next to Kevin, allowing him to get a good look at his hand.
Kevin said, “Umm. Doc. I think your hand is bleeding.”
There was indeed a blood spot visible on the inside of the doctor’s white glove.
“Oh, would you look at that,” the doctor said with a silly chuckle. “It is bleeding.”
Kevin suddenly froze as a memory started coming back to him. It happened right after he heard the last gunshot. He remembered Duke screaming, “Ah! Son of a bitch!” while grimacing and squeezing his right hand using his left one.
The brown-eyed doctor smirked at Kevin and removed his gloves revealing a bandaged hand underneath them.
Kevin stared at the doctor’s eyes, completely paralyzed by fear. He stared until the doctor blinked and he saw it; the real color of the doctor’s eyes hidden behind two brown contact lenses.
Kevin gulped nervously as he felt the air suffocating him. “Your eyes,” he said in a trembling, weak voice. “They’re-they’re blue.”
The doctor stood up in full height. He was no longer a hunchback. He replied, “Indeed, they are.” His once friendly smile turned into a sinister grin, so sinister that made the hair stand on Kevin’s whole skin.
Kevin’s voice started quivering as he whimpered, “Oh, crap.”
No, this is not happening.
Suddenly, the doctor’s voice turned deep and gruff when he showed his teeth and said, “What about my teeth? Are they pointy and big?”
Kevin rested his head down as he bitterly closed his eyes. He recognized the voice. He let out a nervous breath before he whined, “Oh, my God.”
Not again. Please, God. Not again!
“'Cause I’m the big bad wolf!” said Duke with arms proudly spread wide, pronouncing each word with emphasis to deliberately inflict fear into his special victim; the one that got away.
Kevin’s whole body trembled in terror. He felt like he might die from a heart attack right at this moment. His tears steadily found their way down his cheeks. His quiet whimpers got lost between his audible, deep, uneven breaths. He was hyperventilating. He denied that it was true, hoped it was his imagination, and prayed so hard that it was all in his head until a blood-curdling laugh snapped him out of his confusion followed by a howl.
Yeah… I think I talked to much
I’ll shut up now XD