The Empty Tomb

In secret, Sunday morning,
Three mourners, women, came
With spices to anoint the body
Of a man, Jesus by name.

The heavy stone before the door
Was already rolled away.
A man sat upon the stone
That guarded the place where Jesus lay.

"Why seek ye the living
"Among these silent dead?
"He is no longer here!
"He has risen!" the man said.

The women recalled their Savior's words
And ran to spread the word.
They told his other followers
About what had occurred.

And though 2000 years have passed,
Death still holds no fear
For the world changed with those four words
"He is not here!"

Hallelujah, He is risen!

Ari

I am living proof that Murphy's Law exists. Anything that can happen will happen and it will happen to me.
-Ari Lucas
I have finally started work on my novel! It is based on my life as a junior higher. (Oh, and I am basing the characters on real people, so watch out!) Anyway, here is an excerpt from the novel.
"What are you ladies doing in here?" said a nasal voice behind us.
Lizzi and I whipped around. There, her salt-and-pepper bun nearly brushing the door frame, was the tallest, most evil-looking woman I'd seen in my life. She wore a black skirt and matching jacket, and had black lace-up granny boots. A pair of teeny spectacles perched on the end of her long, pointy nose, which was scrunched up to keep her glasses on.
"Who are you?" I blurted.
She sniffed. "I am Miss Frances Stein. I will be teaching you this year."...
About three minutes until the bell rang, Anna came in. "Hi, Anna," Leah said.
"Where's the teacher?" Anna asked. Then, as if to answer her question, Miss Stein walked in. Anna's backpack clunked to the floor.
I smiled in a strained, fake way and said, "Yep."...
"I am totally going to fail eigth grade," Anna said.