What Not To Do On Wattpad

7) Overdose of Perfection

Over dose of Perfection

I’ve read so many stories on wattpad which make everything seem so perfect. Well for all those writers who were dreaming all this time, its time to wake up and face the reality.

You can’t make everything seem this perfect! Everyone has their own problems in life. So stop making life seem like a fairytale.

Not every girl on earth wakes up with looking like a goddess. Because when I wake up in the morning, my hair looks like I just survived a hurricane. And no not every girl has the perfect body and curves to die for. I know so many girls who are insecure about their weight. They feel uncomfortable  wearing something that exposes their flab. Not all have crystal clear skin and a glowing face. Almost all girls in my school have blemishes and acne. Me included. Not everyone has  rich parents willing to give everything that they want. Not everyone has a boyfriend that loves them despite their weird mood swings.  For all you know, boys are not really serious about relationships. One day you’ll see them acting all good with you and the other day you’ll see them stick their tongue through another girl’s throat!

So basically what I mean here is character formation is the most important part of you book. If you don’t have a good, realistic female character for your book, then trust me, your book is going to stand nowhere.

Try to relate your characters with you. Imagine what you might have done if you were in their shoes.

Like for example if Kate is divorced and her ex-husband wants her to give him one more chance, then just imagine you as her and make your decision. Only then will your book seem relatable.

Another thing is, don’t make your book seem too bad. Kate was abused by her drunken father, her mother passed away when she was three. She lost both her arms and legs in an accident. She has bruises all over her body. Her boyfriend ditched her when she was sixteen..and blah blah blah…

You see what I mean here? There is nothing good about this story. At least give the readers one reason why they should read this story. Look here, we all come to read on wattpad to get a break from our daily happiness deprived lives, and when we see stuff like this posted here, what do you expect us to do?!

Here’s an example,

“Alice!” I heard my father yell. My body started to tremble as fear invaded my mind.

What does he want now?

I slowly climbed down the stairs, not making any sound to annoy him.

I could hear the clatter of dishes as he struggled to find something. It was always the same. He comes home late at night in his drunken state and I have no other option but to listen to him.

“Alice! Where the fuck is my bottle?!” He yelled struggling to keep his balance.

I knew he was talking about his tequila bottle.

“D-dad….I-I threw it.” I stuttered. I knew I was dead. I couldn’t help myself. I was tired of this drama everyday so for once I thought that throwing his alchohol bottle will make a change. But I guess, this was the worst decision I could make.

“WHAT? YOU FUCKING THREW IT!” He screamed on top of his voice. I cringed at his voice.

He grabbed the dish angrily and threw it on the floor. The room filled with a loud crash as pieces of glass scattered on the floor.

“YOU BITCH! I’LL KILL YOU!” He shouted and grabbed me by my hair and pushed me roughly as I banged my head towards the wall. I screamed as tears escaped my eyes. The pain I felt was unbearable. I touched my wound to find blood oozing out.

“Dad…p-please don’t. It hurts.” I whispered still trying to hold myself from breaking down.

“You wouldn’t know what pain is until now!” He said scarily. As he brought out the big cane placed on the floor.

“NO DAD!” I screamed as he started beating me with the cane.

This was the time when I felt bad for not having mom. I was never loved. I had no relatives. No friends. My boyfriend cheated on me when I was merely fifteen. Later on, when I got into a serious relationship with a guy from my class. He somehow had an encounter with my dad and the broke up with me later for some unknown reason. I knew my dad scared him. I missed him. I missed him so much.

My screams filled the house for the rest of the time. When finally he threw away the stick panting heavily.  He wiped the sweat beads formed on his face and left the room after muttering obsecinites under his breath.

I sat there clutching the wall with my head on my knees. Pain filled my entire body. Like a truck just ran over me. And before I knew what was happening, I passed out.

 

Okay, first off, no one’s dad is so ruthless. And like mentioned before, her mother passed away when Alice was young. At times like these, people get extra cautious and take extra care of their beloved people as they are the only ones present in their lives at that moment. And have a certain fear of losing them.

Please stop doing that alright. I, or even any other person for that matter wouldn’t love reading your book. Because there is nothing good about it. Not even a ray of hope.

I don’t want to sound like a bitch by saying I don’t feel for people who are abused at home. But as far as I’m concerned, due to the awareness about abuse going on, there are very few cases of domestic violence that go unnoticed. They are reported. Think logically. No one can tolerate being abused their entire life. Especially if you’re a teenager. These sort of people are physically and emotionally drained. Stop making this sound like the easiest thing in the world.

 Thanks for reading!

Peace.