ok here i go working on my story again. i hope something comes out this time....
READ MY DAMN STORY PEOPLE!
I think ive said something about my wife in every entry almost
I GET TO TALK TO MY HOT ASS WIFE TODAY! YES!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAT DO YALL 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 blonde 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 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.
My name is Mckaim I was born in the mountains of –blank-. That night it seemed the Frozen landscape 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. As the tear formed I could feel a release and as it fell I felt free of my prison. My soul erupted from the tear and I pulled with all of my strength at the physical world around me. The air began to condense and form the bones and flesh running over my spirit like water. The snow began to pick up in a whirlpool around me forming strands of ice and transforming into locks of dark brown hairs attaching them to my scalp above my cold tapered ears. The weight of my body hit me hard in the knees causing them to crumble and sending me to the snow covered ground. The air dug into my skin like claws as the bitter cold air penetrated to my core. The light from the stars reflected off the snow into my eyes causing them to close. Forcing my legs back under my weak newborn body I stood in the dark nigh blinded even by the dimly lit stars. My naked body quivered with the as the air of the mountain nipped at my skin. I called out with all the strength I cold muster to my father…But there was no reply I could not move to him and I could feel the essence of him retreating farther and farther from me as I feel in despair back to my knees. The air began to thin as I lost my grip on the world and all was black.
The blackness overcame me like a quick dark storm. Leaving me stranded in a place I didn’t know. I could feel my body being lifted in the air by some force I couldn’t see and I felt as though I would never be able to grab a hold of something real and pull myself back to reality. My hair pulled at my scalp as my body floated through this endless void. Invisible hands pulled at my pulled at my arms legs and torso, wrenching me from side to side. And what were these voices? I couldn’t make them out. They were to far away. Was it a women’s voice? Yes it had the voice was defiantly female. It had the pitch and strain of a beautiful woman. Where was she? The muscles in my eye relaxed a little as I stained to see in the endless dark.
“Where did you find him?” A mans voice this time. There was a strong hint of wisdom as if he could explain the creation of the universe without blinking.
“He was on the peak I thought he was dead and would have left him there except I could hear his heart as I walked up to him. He is a very handsome one isn’t he?” The voice of this woman crawled through my ears and ran through my body like some sweet nectar or a beautiful song you can not describe.
Again I searched to find this women the urge to see her was overwhelming. I strained my eyes harder to see in the dark opening them as wide as I could to let any hint of light through. The darkness began to thin and I could see the outline of an elvish face. Ears pointed and under tresses of golden brown hair cut short at the neck.
“He is waking, leave us” the wise ones voice broke the silence once more.
“As you wish” the women said with a profound amount of homage.
Slowly as my mind began to wake the elvish mans face began to come more into focus. I could see many years of life in his eyes yet his skin looked as though he had just been born, perfect in every way like mine. Besides being cut neatly around his head and neck his hair was perfect as well, glimmering in the soft light of the torches burning on the walls of the apparent cave I was now a guest of. The walls were clearly rock but seemed to be chiseled or shaped completely smooth by some very talented crafts man except for the small vats of oil used as a light source when lit. There were small shelves in the rocks tucked away in the corners of the cave and three large stumps of rock protruding from the floor in the center of the cave that seemed to be used as tables. Small wax candles burned on top next to parchment of some kind and wooden mugs. There were no chairs to speak of in the cave just small pillows all through out the cave piled high enough to support a well built man comfortably. I was lying in a pile of what look to be some kind of soft linen next to the entrance of this cave. I could see out the door and it seemed that this cave was only part of an immense system of tunnels and caverns. I began to sit up using my hands as support. My head began to spin all that I had just seen began to twist into itself in a mass of color. The wise elves had touch my shoulder and all came back into focus.
“Please don’t get up. It seems you haven’t the strength yet.”
I let my body fall back to the soft linen and closed my eyes. My mind began to relax and I could feel myself falling asleep for the first time in my life by choice.
Waiting to see if sami gets online...Damn I miss her
I must be THE OLDEST fuck on this site...
SOMEBODY COME READ MY STORY!!!!!!!!!
Im trying to work out my story line and ITS NOT WORKING...well the storyline is but not the story...If you know what im talking about you are as insane as I am...Maybe thats why people are reading it....ok back to racking my brain for ideas of discribing a world that doesnt exist....well not yet.
MY WIFE IS JEALOUS...HEHE
Yep Had a physical training test today. I did alot better then I thought I would 271 out of 300 wich is really good considering I havnt working out in 6 months. Someone said they liked my story that it was AWSOME. :D YES! Now im off to have a formation for some stupid reason... Oh well maybe theyll promote me today I doubt it though.
ok going to go work on my story some more.
HELP ME IM GOING INSANE!!!!!!!!
JAJAJAJAJAJAJA
Wow how many times am i going to write in this thing today? Anyway today has been really boring didnt do ANYTHING but sit here and write. Well that was fun but other then that it sucked. I HAD A MOON PIE TODAY HAHAHAHA... DAMN it was good havnt had one in awhile. There are so many things to think about in a place like this its not even funny. You find yourself thinking of things that would never have come to your mind anywhere else. Things you see here make you think about your life and what it is you want to do withit. Like my wife I know ive talked about her alot in the past couple days but who wouldnt want to talk about a girl like her? Just let everyone know what a terrific girl she is. My wife is the least boring person on the planet. (probably cause shes mexican, mexicans are never boring) shes always got something cute to say. AND she is the most beautiful women put here on this planet. Im glad i was able to find her. In fact if I never found her i hav no idea where I would be right now. Probably in prison for beating up an officer or something. hehe. One of these days im going to write a story completely devoted to her and how I feel about her. Its going to be HUGE! cause without a doubt everyone no matter who you are or what youve been through wants to feel what i feel and have someone feel the sameway about you. so yea good night for now...
untill next time
this is me signing off
:PPP
Im really bored sitting here in a country full of morons without table manners waiting for my wife to get online cause i miss her....NICE HUH?
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!!