The lies you’ve told me.

Dear Love.

When I think about us, I cry. I never thought you’d be the one to hurt me, but I had this feeling in my guts. I tried to push it away, I tried logic and jokes to convince myself I was just imagining things. Deep down, though, I always knew you would. Twice by leaving me empty, once again by cheating on me.

You promised you’d love me, protect me, take care of me. You promised, though not in front of the gods, but you promised. You lied. From that one lie, anything you said beyond is worth the same; nothing. The words I thought were only mine, you told her too. The thoughts I thoughts were mine, I shared with her. The heart I thought was mine never really was. Lies.

Botanical Gardens & Biodome - 03/2013 - Part 1

Montreal is known for it's Olympic Stadium, which is just besides the famous Botanical Gardens, the Biodome and the newly reopened Planetarium. It is a great place to hang out during a day off and there are activities for everyone.

Botanical Gardens

There was a butterfly exposition this early spring and I really wanted to see it. So I took my camera and crossed the regular green houses. When I got in the butterfly room, it was amazing. Hundreds of them were just flying around. There was a guide with the different species of butterflies, but it was a holiday, and I was quite late, so none were left.
*Warning: for those who don't like insects, there are close-ups of the butterflies.*

Update - April 15th 2013

Hey guys,

I'm bringing to you a new series that will be entertaining, or at least distracting! I called it Nighttime Inspirations as they will be mostly short texts that come to me during my insomnia. I will not edit them right away, or at all, I haven't decided yet. So they might be a little rough, but I want them to be completely spontaneous (I might write some of them directly from my iPhone!) I will post as they come to me, any time of the night.

I hope you enjoy!

Annabel

Nighttime inspirations 1

Stop trying to put me in a box!!

Henry was 12. Everyone around him thought he was a little odd. He didn't have many friends, but everyone thought he was a nice kid. He was good in school, always had been. He loved learning new things, he was so young and inexperienced! There were so many things in this world he was unaware of and school was a window to all this knowledge.

He loved playing outside. He felt at home under the sun, as if he belonged with the trees and the flowers. He would play ball with the boys of the neighbourhood, he would swim in the pool, he would run in the park. He was good at sports, and most importantly he was a team player.

He was a little shy with the girls. He was at that age where you make a difference between friend with braids and friend without. He didn't know how to approach them as they would giggle when e tried. It was humiliating, but if he understood that they were also nervous, maybe things would've been different.

He loved to read. Art and literature touched his soul in a way nothing else did. He could stare at a painting for hours, sit and read until the book was done or draw in his room all evening. As active he could be, he could also focus all that energy into creativity. Nothing amused him more than using his imagination to create fantastic worlds and epic characters.

He discovered games as well. In this technological era, game were very stimulating for a young boy. Role playing games, first person shooters, strategy games, puzzles, everything appealed to him. He was ready to try anything and would enjoy beating the game or be challenged by it. He would play alone or with online friends, but he would always remember the outside world.

The Dagger of Exion - Part 4

The soft light coming through the windows woke me early. I could smell in the air the scent of fresh bread and it made my stomach growl. I took my time, though, as I was lying in a comfortable bed for once, warm. I stayed under the covers, eyes closed, remembering the past few weeks. My memory went as far back as the Crimson Forest. I couldn’t remember anything before that day. It bothered me, though not as much as before. During my travelling, I came to live one day at the time, not thinking about tomorrow. Or yesterday. I still looked to find who I was by coming to Heilam, the Crystal City, though it wouldn’t be easy.

I made friends on my way, like Meriel, the innkeeper of The Silver Fish, and Marn from Joster. And Silva, my little wolf growing bigger every day. I had a few encounters with bandits and wild animals, but nothing I couldn't handle with my new companion. I had been lucky.

We finally had reached Heilam only last afternoon. I delivered the package in my care first, and then the letter. My only mission left was to gather information about myself, though I did not know where to start. If only I knew my name, my true name. The city was bound to have archives of some sort listing births and deaths. Maybe I could’ve traced my family that way.