Prayingmantislover28

Hi there, my name is Jessie. I am 29 years old. I wanted to share my story, my views, so maybe it could help others who have struggled like me. I knew something was different when I was in 8th grade, it started crushing on a few of my Female friends, at the time I didn’t think anything of it. I thought it was just because I was close to my friend, however I knew when I went to high school that I was in love with my best friend at the time. I would get jealous of her having a boyfriend, I would wait hours sad that she didn’t come to my sleepover. As time went on I dated men, I have dated both men and woman yet I find myself mo

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The last few day’s had been strained Varian and his father had once again gotten into a huge fight, not there was any surprise there. As all they seemed to be doing now a day’s was fighting. Varian had wanted so much to try and find a reasoning behind these rocks. To make his father proud, to show him he wasn’t a disappointment in his father’s or the village’s eyes. However the more he tried the more he seemed to mess things up, the village had been holding a party for one of their own when Varian decided to come up with an invention to help cut the cake, needless to say it didn’t pan out well. End result

Varian felt helpless his legs giving out into despair all he could do is watch as his father slowly became incased in the amber, it moved at a rapid yet slow pace almost as if it was taunting him. Tears filled his eye’s bowing his head as he let out a choked sob. Why didn’t he heed his father’s warnings, why didn’t he listen? “Varian”. The Teenager lifted his head gazing at his father whose eyes were scared yet something else. Tears brimmed the man’s eyes. “It’s ok”. “No”. Varian shook his head vigorously. “It’s not”. The Teenager grabbed his head sho

The moonlight shown through the window the house dimmed with its light, it had been an hour or 2 since Varian and his father had went to bed. Quirin had been able to talk his son into going to bed early, the King had invited him and his son for Dinner that night. In hopes to talk about the Black Rocks. After much discussion Varian had finally gotten through to his Dad that dealing with the Rock’s alone were not the answer. The moment Varian woke up he knew something was wrong, it was a feeling he had. An uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He always went by his gut. And his gut was telling him, something was not right. Stumbling

A cold dark smirk came across the older man gloved hand running down the Dark Rocks, the Rock’s as black as midnight. It had only taken a bit of power from himself to create this dilemma. More than a dilemma. He had only created them a few weeks ago and they were already creating havoc on anything it touched. Of course he had been smart, cunning made sure to create a home that would withstand the rocks. It only made sense to prevent his greatest creation from becoming his biggest downfall. Quirin circled around a bunch of Rocks that all seemed to gather in one place, soon. Soon he would have the Rocks attack the Royal palace. Would ta

Quirin’s heart stopped the moment he saw this. This whatever his son had created, his son’s eyes widened and within seconds one of the pieces, of this thing. Busted. Varian’s goggles were knocked off his face and within seconds the alchemist’s hands were up by his eyes. A cry of pain escaping his mouth. “Varian!”. Rushing over to his son Quirin gently grabbed his son’s arms, eyes glaring daggers at the rocks. The amber, not that it made any difference. He gently led his son upstairs squeezing his hand gently before helping his son to the couch. He knelt next to his son’s trembling frame, placi

The darkened night hovered over the sky the Moonlight shining into Varian’s window, his arms wrapped around his raccoons frame, the rise and fall of his chest. Indicated that he was in a deep sleep. If one squinted you could see a tiny bug flying through the window but it was no ordinary bug, you could see a flashing small red light coming from the insect. But only if you could squint. The man smirked on the other side of the computer seeing his victim with the bug’s point of view. “That’s it”. The man chuckled in a sinister way. “Go in slowly. Wouldn’t want Quirin’s precious son to wake up

"You guy's are amazing!". Dean could feel the stiffness from his brother at the leader of the Scooby gang's words, his gaze turned to his brother whose hands were clenched teeth grinding against one another. "Sammy". Dean's heart dropped when Sam stepped away, refusing to meet his brother's gaze. "Don't Dean, just don't". Hunched over Sam stalked away from the group, leaving the Scooby gang looking shocked and Dean and Castial concerned. "Was it something I said?". Fred asked quietly. Dean let out a long breath that comment sounded so innocent, sometimes he forgot just how much these guys didn't know, even though they knew some of which