violin21's profile

Destructive Melody © Kristina Howells 2006 Email: kristinahowells@msn.com 1 The results are as follows, shouted the announcer in the packed out Bulwell Town Hall. Purples 8002. Reds 7015. Blues 4001. Yellows 4000. The winner is Kirsty Black for the purple party. A large cheer had erupted as Kirsty made her way to the podium to claim her prize. The most ultimate prize of all, govern her town. And to represent them, the citizens in national government. The tall, thin, dark-haired 35 year old s...

Una Voce By © Kristina Howells kristinahowells@msn.com He was the one man Felicity had hoped she would never meet. He was tall, dark and handsome. Everything she loved in a man, he seemed to her, perfect. They met by chance one fine sunny day at a race meeting in Foxwell. If you wanted to meet a man, who is of class, and one of true breeding. It had been noted by many of her very close friends that was the place to go. Felicity tall, with blonde hair, and blue eyes wearing a brown suede skirt...

The Wind The wind howling in the night Didn't groan without a fight Howling Howling I do not know why As each person passes by Did they stop? Did they stare? No-one knows Except the winds glare As it continued to howl throughout the night Without a soul knowing its might Soon the night draws to a close No-one knows the sound of the winds pose Did they care? Did they stare? As the wind dies from its plight Leaving no trace of its sight People now awake form the mighty storm Leaving a slight tr...