by ElectroWraith2365 —At my family home, there was a cheap desktop with Windows XP running on it. When my father went out to do manual labor to earn money for his drinking or was busy flirting with women at site cafeterias, I would quickly copy the novels I had written in my notebook onto that computer. After moving out, I didn’t have any spare money to buy a computer, so I borrowed an old laptop from my sister. It was the one she had used as a freshman, so it wasn’t in great condition. But since I only needed it…
by ElectroWraith2365 —This happened before I entered elementary school. My mother, with her “Heaven for believers, hell for non-believers” mantra, forced me to copy passages from the Bible every day. Meanwhile, my father carved bluish bruises all over my body with his beatings. As I writhed in pain from the bruises all night, my mother would read me the Book of Job, the symbol of endurance. “This suffering is a test from God,” she said. “Do you think you can pass?” While speaking of kindness with…
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