Henlo beautiful pipol! I got an idea for a contest. I am one of those who love to read dark, intense, eerie, and weird internal monologues with a twist (like the one in American Psycho where Bateman introduces himself). I, myself, want to learn how to write immersive internal monologues. Hopefully, I can learn a lot from incredible writers such as yourselves. 

Prompt: 

1.) Write a monologue 

2.) Unlimited word count (you do you, my friend)

3.) Topics to draw inspiration: Optional

     a.) A self-introduction that starts off wholesome and ends with a horrific truth

      b.) A monologue where he regrets his decision, but at the end, he actually didn’t

      c.) A confession

If you got a different topic in mind, the BETTER. I encourage you to make your own topic for the monologue, as long as it hits that dark, twisted, revelation, cliff-hanger, thought-provoking( idk how to describe it) effect.

Best of luck❤️

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To those who haven’t heard of Patrick Bateman’s monologue, here it is:

I live in the American Gardens building on West 81st street. My name is Patrick Bateman. I'm 27 years old. I believe in taking care of myself, and a balanced diet and a rigorous exercise routine. In the morning, if my face is a little puffy, I'll put on an ice pack while doing my stomach crunches. I can do a thousand now. After I remove the ice pack, I use a deep pore cleanser lotion. In the shower, I use a water activated gel cleanser. Then a honey almond body scrub. And on the face, an exfoliating gel scrub. Then apply an herb mint facial mask, which I leave on for 10 minutes while I prepare the rest of my routine. I always use an aftershave lotion with little or no alcohol, because alcohol dries your face out and makes you look older. Then moisturizer, then an anti-aging eye balm followed by a final moisturizing protective lotion. There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me. Only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our life styles are probably comparable, I simply am not there.

written by Mary Harron & Guinevere Turner, from the novel by Bret Easton Ellis