I LOVE MY WIFE!

Just so everyone doesnt get confused....

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This is the wiki i made for my wife. Anyone can join Im not done with it yet because i dont have alot of time to work on it. But it will be done eventually.
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you&me a wiki

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I am 23 years old just got married in December. My wife brought me onto this site I thought it might be a good way to improve on myself when it comes to writing. I havnt done it inawhile because My mind has been occupied by other things but recently I have had the erge to write as much as possible. ANd maybe try my hand at some sketches here and there again. Ok well read write tell me what you think...Have fun
:P Oh yea and if your compltly phycotic please try and keep it to yourself while your here. Unless itll make a good story of course. BLAH! JAJAJA<----learning spanish)

(bad spelling sucks. what can you do though...)

THIS IS MY STORY READ IT !!!





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 as the air of the mountain nipped at my skin. The trees reached out to me with there bare fingers calling to me beckoning me to join them in there world of lonesomeness. A single cloud could be seen below me pierced by the mountain. A gust of wind tossed my hair across my face almost pushing me into the crusted snow. Light from the small town bled into the darkness of the valley leaving it cold and lifeless in the dark yet alive in some strange hellish way. 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. There was firmness under my shoulder as I lay on my side yet I could not make out what it was. It seemed to not be made of something that could be seen. 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 material 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 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. The voice it self could describe the beauty of this women. It described a young looking middle aged human woman, wait, no she was an elvish women. Her pointed ears could be seen through her silver hair. Her eyes were a shad of green that had not been seen in this world for a very long time bringing some light into this world of dark. Her cheek bones rose slightly at the bottom corner of her eyes. And her lips were full pouting without reason. 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 clearly 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. The blackness began to overcome me again. Immediately I struggled to lift myself to my feet. My eyes strained again to see into the darkness. My breath began to crystallize as the air began to get colder in my thought. I couldn’t understand what was going on because I knew I had fallen asleep and yet I found myself in this darkness again without any memory of waking. The thickness of the dark began to lessen and I could see the dirt beneath my feet. My legs looked as though they had grown and darkened in color since the last time I had seen them. My arms and chest seemed to have done the same. I could feel the hair under my leather armor scratching the skin of my chest. Running my hand over my abdomen I could feel 3 small scars on my right side. My hands continued up my chest to my face where i found stubble covering my chin and another scar over my right eye. The hair on top of my head seemed to have been chopped off at the scalp. I looked at the palms of my hands and realized that they were not mine. The fingernails had been crudely bitten off and had dirt packed under the little bit that still hung over the tips of the finger. The creases of the palms could be seen clearly by the soil that had settled in them. Strangely I recognized the hands I was now staring at. I had seen this very image before when I looked out of the eyes of my father. A wave of terror swept over me as I realized some how I had been thrown back into this shell of torture. Suddenly the blackness left as a wave of light swept over the field I was now standing in. The soil under my bare feet was wet with the blood of soldiers. The smell of burning buildings suddenly filled my senses. I looked up from the ground and saw the destruction left by the greed of men. A plague of bitter hate and greed had left children and mothers without fathers and husbands. They lay in the mud never to move under their own admission again. The small wood cottages of the town had been set ablaze by the passing troops leaving nothing but flames and cinders to remind them of what used to be. From the corner of the village a small child ran to the tree line trying to escape some fate that I could only guess would befall him. His neatly cut blond hair was splatter with mud and straw. His neatly mad cotton tunic had been torn and burned from the chaos that reigned at this time in his home village. As he disappeared into the forest 3 horseman came into view and barreled into the forest after him. Screams and the whooping of men came to my ears as if a magnificent hunt had just been finish. The horse men came galloping out of the wood line all smiling jokingly telling stories of the trophy they had just won. The boy never came back into sight. With all of the strength of my soul I willed my fathers legs to move me away from this place but they would not move. His feet stayed firmly planted in the soil. I tried to yell out to the wise elf I had seen earlier that day, no sounds escaped, I was still trapped in the body of this emotionally destroyed man. If I did not escape I knew I would lose my mind and I called out again to the wise one. I felt a hand touch my shoulder and the vision was gone. I woke to find the wise one standing over me. He was holding a smmoth wodden mug in his left hand. Placing his hand in the middle of my back he helped me to a sitting position against the wall. The light had been dimed in the room and there was no eveidence of activity outside the door. The air around me was quite except the dripping that could be heard coming from somewhere deep in the cave.

“ I am Zarah before you ask, please drink this it will help give you energy to move without passing out” There was a snidness in this comment I could quit place it but his voice seemed to sooth me.

I trusted him with out knowing anything but his name. I took the mug into my hands and placed it to my lips tipping it up. Half of its contents spilled down my chest and into my lap. The liquid disappeared and I could feel a tingling sensation where it had been on my skin.

“It’s meant to go down your throat young one, not in you lap but I guess you may do what suits you best.” As he said this a small laugh escaped his lips and he shook his head from side to side.

“Why do you laugh at me?” I spoke softly for the first time paying attention to the words. They tickled my throat as the floated to my mouth and into the air.


“Young elves have always amazed” there is nothing they will not try. Even if they don’t have the slightest clue what they are doing.

“It might help if you told them what to to before you mad a fool of them”

“I enjoy watching it to much to do that. Besides the best way to learn is through experience you will see this in time. Please drink the tea you will see it helps if it ever reaches your stomach.”

The smile on his face grew broader and he looked at me as if to sweetly challange me to say something back. I declined the challenge and again ,slowly this time raised the mug to my lips. Opening my mouth I tipped the tea into my mouth and swallowed hard sending down to a place it obviously was not supposed to be. The mugg dropped from my hands and a fit of hacking coughs charge out of my mouth. I could feel the tingle of the tea on the bottoms of my legs and feet as I coughed. I looked up at Zarah and saw that he had been wiping his face from the misted tea that had come out of my mouth. He picked the mug up and dried the outside of it off with hankerchief. Waving his hand over the top of the mug he handed it back to me full. I lokked at the mug the back at his hand trying to find some evidence of how the tea hand gone from his hand to my cup with out me seeing it, and more importantly where it hand come from. He looked at me with a sly smile nodding his head as if to say "drink". I looked at the mug again and put it to my lips for the thir time swallowing softer this time. The tea flowed down my throat easier this time to my stomach sending a I didnt recognize from my belly spreading throught my body all the way to my toes fingers and the tip of my pointed ears. It was a completely new feeling and I didnt yet know if I liked it, In fact it scared me quite a bit. I sprung to my feet spreading myself against the wall as much as I could. I looked down at my stomach expecting somthing to pop out any moment. A delightful whole hearted laugh came from Zahra.

"Your laughing again! THIS IS FUNNY TO YOU?!" I looked up back bent a little at this apperently very optimistic elf.
"please calm your self" He lifted his hand from his midsection wich he had been holding. Gustureing me to calm my nerves.
"I have never seen in my life anyone react the way you just did to the tea, And yes it is quite funny to me. There is nothing to be frighted of I assure you please sit down." He gestured again at me with his open hand facing the ceiling to sit.
"I will stand" I didnt like what this 'Zahara" had just done to me and the pride in me would not let me sit down.
"VEry well, do as you must"







I see: the computer screen duh
I need: to get home
I find: Life doesnt really suck if you look at it from the side
I want: My wife
I have: A good life
I wish: to have a family
I love: Samantha Davis with alll of my soul
I hate: washing dishes
I miss: HER
I fear: Not being there when im needed
I feel: happy
I hear: the keys clicking
I smell: nothing
I crave: nicotine
I wonder: If Ill loose
I regret: NOTHING


~*WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU*~



Smiled: last night
Laughed: I dont remeber
Cried: When I was home on leave
Bought something: today a twix
Danced: I kinda danced on christmas
Were sarcastic: today all the time
Kissed someone: dec 29th 2004
Talked to an ex: over a year
Watched your favorite movie: lord of the rings few days
Had a nightmare: yesterday



~*A LAST TIME FOR EVERYTHING*~



Last book you read: Anne Rice "Memnoch the devil"
Last song you heard: Headstrong by Trapt
Last thing you had to drink: water
Last time you showered: this morning
Last thing you ate: twix



~*DO YOU*~...



Smoke: yes
Do drugs: NO
Have sex: I WILL ON MARCH 23RD! YES!!!
Sleep with stuffed animals: no
Live in the moment: every now and then
Have a boyfriend/girlfriend: Nope I have a wife though
Have a dream that keeps coming back: no
Play an instrument: yes tenor Sax
Believe there is life on other planets: yes
Remember your first love: who doesnt
Read the newspaper: sometimes
Have any gay or lesbian friends: no
Believe in miracles: yes my wife
Believe it's possible to remain faithful forever: YES
Consider yourself tolerant of others: yes
Consider love a mistake: no
Like the taste of alcohol: yes
Have a favorite candy: almond joy
Believe in astrology: yes
Believe in magic: Yes
Believe in God: sure
Pray: sometimes
Go to church: no
Have any secrets: Of course, who doesn't you wouldn't be human
Have any pets: no
Do well in school: if I went i might
Go to or plan to go to college: yes
Talk to strangers who instant message you: no
Wear hats: yes
Have any piercings: not yet
Have any tattoos:yes
Hate yourself: no
Have an obsession: Life
Have a secret crush:nope
Do they know yet: I DONT HAVE ONE DAMNIT
Collect anything: Money well im trying
Have a best friend: YES
Wish on stars: yes but they dont always work
Like your handwriting: dont care one way or the other
Have any bad habits: yea
Care about looks: no
Boy/girlfriend's looks: NO!
Believe in witches: UHHH?
Believe in Satan: yes
Believe in ghosts: yes..



~* LOVE *~



boyfriend/girlfriend - No
crush - yes
longest relationship - thats a hard one
shortest relationship - 2 months
been in love w/ more than 1 person -yes
meanest thing a guy/girl has done for you: you dont want to know
ever broke someone's heart - yes
someone break your heart - yes


~*LAST PERSON*~



You Talked to: my wife
You Hugged: my wife
Instant messaged: my wife
You Yelled At: Chip
You Had A Crush On: my wife
Who Broke Your Heart: Aubrey


~*FAVORITE*~



Food: pizza,
Drink: MT
Color: blue
Album: Maroon 5
Shoes: the only ones I own
Animal: ROTS
Movie: lord of the rings or chitty chitty bang bang

Dance: wich ever one doesnt require me to move
Veggie: carrots with ranch
Fruit : oranges
Music: Punk
Book: Where the red fern grows
Author: Anne rice
Poet: dont read poetry
Artist: Sami Davis


~*ARE YOU*~



Understanding: i try to be yes
Open-minded: oh yes if not i would not be here =D
Arrogant: i dont think so you tell me
Insecure: yes sometimes
Interesting: yes
Hungry: no
Friendly: yes
Smart: sure
Moody: yea
Childish: more often than not
Independent: yes
Hard working: yes
Organized: when i want to be
Healthy: sure
Emotionally Stable: no
Shy: no
Difficult: sometimes
Attractive:I guess
Bored Easily: yes
Thirsty: yes
Responsible: yes
Obsessed:Yep she knows
Angry: No.
Sad: no
Happy: Yes
Trusting: yes unless you give me another choice
Talkative: yes i think i am
Original: um yea i guess

Different: yea
Unique: iyes
Ignored: yep
Reliable: yup
Content: No
Optimistic: oh yes very
Deep thinker: yea
Self-disciplined: when i have to be
Sleepy: yea
Lonely: Right now i am


~*WHO DO YOU WANT TO*~



Kill: YEa im going to tell you that
Tickle: my wife
Look Like: Me
Be Like: me
Talk To: Sami,


~*COMPUTER WISE*~



Favorite Website: Elfwood and this one Buddy Icon: whateverHow often you update your Online Journal: sometimes
Involved in any online RPGs: nope
Have a website of your own: nope
Know at least some HTML: yes
Addicted to the internet: for now


~*VITAL STATISTICS*~



Name and it's meaning: Luke dont know dont care
Sign - libra
Hair color: brown
Eye color - brown
Marital status - Married
Education - GED BABY!
Height - 6' 1'"
Shoe size - depends around 11 on average
Nationality - american
Skin color - white
School - to many
Hometown - dont have one yet


~*HAVE YOU EVER*~



Lied - yes,
Run away: yes
Broken a bone - yep
Failed a class - um yes
Been in a fist fight -A bunch
Dyed your hair - yea
Gotten in a car accident -not bad ones
Been out of the country - Iraq kuwait germany IOWA
Met a famous person - me
Driven illegally - yes :D
Thrown a temper tantrum - yea
Been suspended - yea
Been expelled - nope
Given the finger - yes
Rebelled against authority - yes Been in jail - yea
Overcharged your credit card -I havnt my ex did though....






This is cool a freind sent it to me. Im going to edit a little because now that im married some of them dont apply.

30 Things Guys Want Girls To Know!!



1. We're not as perverted as you think we all are.
2. No matter what YOU say, your ex-boyfriend IS a LOSER.(VERY VERY TRUE)
3. We like you to give us hugs and kisses sometimes too.
4. Don't argue with us when we call you beautiful.
5. Don't treat us like crap, what goes around comes around.
6. We know you're pretty, that's one of the reason's we married/are going out with you
7. Don't go into detail about your period. It scares us.
8. If you have cramps and we ask you what's wrong, just tell us it's that time of the month and nothing more.
9. If you really liked us for us, you would let us think that our mustache, beard, or sideburns looked cool.
10. We never shave our legs. So get over it.
11. NEVER ask us if you can put makeup on us. It's just wrong............(why? Please terll me why you would EVER DO THIS?)
12. Don't make bets about us, because one of your friends will tell us, if you don't.
13. When we tell you that you're not fat, believe us.
14. We absolutely do not care about the Backstreet Boys, *NSYNC, 98 Degrees, or what any other guy looks like for that matter.
15. We may not be able to pee accurately all of the time, but at least we can stand up and go pee.
16. Just cause you think you're always right, doesn't mean that you don't have to apologize when you do something "wrong."
17. You expect us to say and do sweet things for you, but it would be nice if you did the same every once in a while. We like to know that you love us.
18. We can't always be spontaneous, so try to help us make the plans sometimes.
19. Don't ask us to beat up another guy for you, cause you might get what you wish for.(yep yep yep)
20. Never kick us in the nuts "just to see what we would say". That's just mean.
21. Never pretend like you are going to break up with/leave us and laugh when we believe you.
22. Pamela Anderson's boobs aren't fake anymore, but we like yours better anyway.
23. Size doesn't matter, except to idiots who don't want a relationship
24. PMS is not an excuse.
25. If you want us to put the seat down when we're done, you should put it up when you're done.
26............ Don't tell us how cute your ex-boyfriend was. That doesn't turn us on.
27. And always remember: The way to a guys heart is through his stomach..... and maybe....oh nevermind.
28. NEVER ask us to kiss other guys. You might be that comfy with your friends, but to us it's just wrong.
29. this one was just stupid so i took it out.
30. And last but not least: We know you're not always right, but we'll pretend like you are anyway