Heres some of my story tell me what you think.



What do people see when they think of elves? Most of the time they think of deep woods and dark secrets old traditions and magic. People think of trees warped and toyed with by the power of some magical creature. Of a night sky glittered with tiny stars and endless comets floating from horizon to horizon. Or of a blond hair beauty clutching her bow balancing herself on top of the largest tree in the forest tipping her pointed ears listening for any clue of the advancing orc army. If this is something you see when you think of an elf you’re a sadly mistaken.

Imagine instead a land frozen by grief and torment. Vast valleys of snow and Ice gleaming in the moonlight beautiful to the eye yet vilely cold to the touch. In your minds eye think of men at war and boys torn between grief and pride as they see there fathers slain in battle. There are no beautiful trees in the world of an elf. There are valleys of pain and anguish unknown by the imagination of the great artists of the ancients. There are rivers frozen by the greed and the self serving nature of human beings. Forests weighed down by the ice of the countless deaths of innocent faceless men women and children. The world of the elf has been a wasteland of beauty created by sorrow since before we came into existence. Some say that the nature of man is what caused this. Some say that the wasteland destroyed the natural good nature of man. But of course these are all myths created to explain things that cannot be explained. I don’t know what really happened maybe someday I will find the answer but I do not have it today. I do not even know the to support his heavy body. The thought of defeat and the lost of the only family he had known streamed through his brain and to his blue eyes to form a tear in the very center.

origins of our race. If you can call what we are a race. You see elves are not born in what most people would call a traditional sense. We are created by the ora or emotions of man, when it becomes to strong for them to bare it is expelled and we are born. I was born in the mountains of –blank-.
The Frozen land scape could tear the very soul from your body. Its bleak hills and vast blue night sky pulled at your spirit like a greedy thief. My father had been wondering through this land for days and had seen things men should not see in the previous months. He had seen armies battle in fields of blood. He had seen friends stolen from this life by this monster called war. Stolen from him in ways I will not repeat for the sake of the sanity of others who might come across my story. The short brown hair on his head was matted with layers of ice from the previous night’s storm. His stout legs began to give way beneath his tattered brown leather armor as he walked farther up the hill. His strong hands fell throw the crust of the snow and slammed onto the rock below as he struggled to support his heavy body. The thought of defeat and the lost of the only family he had known streamed through his brain and to his blue eyes to form a tear in the very center.

Hello. Today I woke up got out of bed put my uniform on and thought about my wife...:D and how beautiful she is. I love my wife with all of my heart and soul. I cant even take a breath without thinking of her. SHe is my life and my light and i will do everything in my power to make her happy. That is my purpose and I love it. JUST THOUGHT ID LET EVERYONE IN THE WORLD KNOW!

See ya

So I got my account set up finaly. but now i cant find the login page for the library. I will figure it out eventualy. Writers block sucks!!