Apparently if you laid every copy of the Harry Potter books currently in print side by side on the ground they would cover an area larger than Brazil… Which ironically is what they actually used to do back when they were trees.

Writing Prompt #167

“I hate you.”

“Are you sure that’s not the alcohol talking?”

"The alcohol talking? You little bi*ch! THIS IS WHO I AM! " he raged, stumbling around the filthy kitchen, an empty bottle clutched in his iron grip. She ducked, knowing what was coming next. The sound of breaking glass filled the kitchen. "This isn't you, you are better than this! " she screamed, her voice breaking. She wasn't going to let him hurt her, not tonight. "Say that one more time and I swear I'll break your fu**ing neck!" he shouted slamming his massive hands on the countertop. "I need another drink. Get me another drink." "I don't think you-" " DON'T ARGUE WITH ME!" Hand shaking she fled to the fridge and grabbed another bottle of beer. The tiny droplets of condensation caused the glasses to slip through her trembling fingers. "YOU USELESS PIECE OF SHIT!" "I'm sorry! It was the condensation and-" "Just shut up and go to your room!" She walked to her room, her entire body shaking. Just as she had opened the door the man's called her. He beckoned with his finger, "Come here now. " he said calmly. She cautiously shuffled forwards. Never had she seen him so calm when he was drunk. He leaned in to her ear and the smell of beer wafted into her nose. He whispered, barley audible, "I am ashamed to be your father. I wish you were never born. " Sobs racking her body she sprinted to her room. She slammed her door and fell on her bed. She cried until she had no tears left. The words rang in her he'd like an alarm. The words that broke her.

Haha you say it like he's still alive