Two chairs sit in the deserted garden,
Standing out starkly against the dark earth,
Transplanted from thier familiar living room.
Stolidly unconcerned in thier oddity,
They wait, arm on arm, for someone to be seated,
Where no one ever goes.

Hello! :)
Just got back from my voice lesson and wanted to update. Note: Playing the piano and singing at the same time is fairly easy. Add a microphone to the mix, and you're in trouble.
So, this is the farthest I've written in this story. (This chapter...) Which means I'll probably start writing more soon. x)
Okay, so, I was bored when I wrote this chapter (apparently) so it leans on the dramatic side. *waves hand nonchalantly* ;) Enjoy Kitty's crazy dramatics! Yay!

I am 100\% Scottish, and am living in America. I have three brothers and two sisters. We left for America when I was around ten years old and I have gone on several trips with my family to Scotland. I definitely have a Scottish accent, nobody in America can take that from me :D
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As our bodies float up to the sky,
And as we feel Heaven draw nigh,
We see the gates of gold,
The letters 'Heaven', clear and bold.

Yes, I know my name is there,
I know it as I float through the air,
And then I hear God saying loud and clear,
Welcome Child, welcome, have no fear.

The broken leg I had was't there,
I had not a care, not a care,
And God welcomed me in,
In where there was no sin.

I bet my big brother could beat up your big brother.
I was your normal, trouble-making child. My mother and father treated me like your normal, trouble-making child. When I got into trouble, I received my due. But really, there wasn't much to get in trouble for, since they watched me like hawks.
But regular, working-class hawks that they were, sometimes they had other things on their minds. At those points in time, I would be told to stay inside and keep out of trouble, commands that were accompanied by dire threats.

girl stands
brushing strands
of ebony hair
back from her face

an unconscious gesture
betraying
relaying
the worry she feels

boy stands
head bowed
frown
across the brightly lit
room

sleepless eyes
drained; bloodshot
he's been caught-
dragged away
by a nurse
who says he needs his sleep

girl watches
with curiosity
possibly
wanting to follow him

Chapter One
1. And Snow White gave birth unto Aurora, and she was of a fair countenance.

2. And on the night of Aurora's birth, lo, angels did come from heaven to bestow gifts upon the child.

3. And as the last one was about to give a gift unto the child, lo, Satan came in and was sore angry.

4. For Snow White had not invited him to come, and he cursed the child saying,

5. "When the baby turns seven and ten years old, she shall prick her finger against a spinning wheel, that she die."

Chapter Five
1. And in the evening, the dwarves came nigh unto the house,

2. And when they opened the door, they did see Snow White upon the floor.

3. And they found that she had given up the ghost, and they wept sore.

4. And they made a coffin of glass, and laid her in it. And wept by it day and night.

5. And, lo, one day, the youngest dwarf felt very sorrowful in his heart, and he lifted up the lid, and kissed her forehead.

6. And he cried with joy, for she did rise from the dead, and the apple piece came out of her mouth.

(I haven't posted a poem for quite some time. This is a poem I wrote a couple of months back. It's short and sweet, and I didn't really put much effort into writing it. But still, I do hope you enjoy it!)

Padded feet crushed the snow
The glaciers ahead matched her eyes
Ice-blue, with a killer glow
She waited

Her magnificent fur dusted white
Her hunger to hunt grows
Even in the blinding light
She waited

Sometimes the horizon seems so small,
hidden by omission, by eyes that don’t want to look.
Sometimes you seem to be tempting around the edges of fate,
like a bird too wary to get close to the hand that feeds it.
The hand that means well, but you can never quite be sure.
You told me about it once, and maybe there’s something to your theory
that our world ceases to exist when our eyes close,
replaced by the phosphenes you used to mistake for stars.
When I open my eyes the world blooms before them