[CLOSED] The Undiscovered Gems Competition (UGC) - 2014

5. Gold: Wild Things by IndianOrchid1990

Whatpad Name: IndianOrchid1990

Tittle: Wild Things

Genera(s): Mystery/ Thriller

Personal Message to the audience:

Being a short listed finalist is very exciting! Having readers take the time to read, vote and comment is even more exciting so thank you very very much for taking your time to visit my story. It's an honor to have made it this far and it's only because of my readers so I couldn't have done it without you. Thank you readers!! :-)

   

Synopsis: 

Lily Calvinson grew up on a compound that would later be described as "the cult of the century." Followers were taught obediance, that God was their enemy, and any interaction or affiliation with churches, Bibles, or Christians could be punishable by death. Raised by the leader of such a massive following, Lily was expected to uphold and enforce the law more so than others. When a stranger steps in and introduces Lily to the forbidden beliefs, she must learn to hide her growing faith in God and protect her true identity passed down from birth.

Tension builds, love is lost, death reaps, and Lily disappears.

At 25 years of age, Lily now lives with her Aunt May, both in protective custody, waiting to testify in the trial against the very cult that left her scarred both physically and emotionally. Before the trial is over, Lily will have to relive every painful moment of her old life if she wants justice to be served. Even then, it may not be enough.

  

Prologue: 

"I never saw a wild thing feel sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself"

-D.H. Lawrence-

In the last moments of my life, my pain addled brain reached into my subconscious and extracted this famous quote. Literature was always my favorite subject in school and so I couldn't help but feel a twinge of irony as I stared up into the eyes of my would be killer. I feel my body grow colder as the world shifts beneath me and I struggle desperately to cling to consciousness.

Death will be coming for me soon.

My God that I've clung to for the last 19 years since my salvation, has finally come reaping for my soul.

I should be crying right now. Begging and pleading for my life in fact, but instead, I'm wishing that I had chosen a better last meal. Meatloaf, potatoes with brown gravy, and buttery hot rolls would've been more filling than the measly sandwich I had quickly eaten at work. It's funny how even when my body is in the throes of pain and torment, my mouth can still salivate for such delicious nourishment.

With my last breath I smile at the man before me because of the realization that I too am a wild thing, and in death, I feel no pity.

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Panel Comments: 

ThirteenthChild: “is a very unique story. I know I've said that a lot, but I really have never come across a book like this in my life. It really made me think, and question life. That, is powerful.”

cookiesandteawithme: “a really great plot and I like the quote it was derived from.”

viogirl9: “The prologue itself was amazing which enticed me to read more. The descriptions were phenomenal as well.”