"Back Of The Book"

Meet Lilian Tyga who is a normal, sweet 16 year old, who calls her self " Straight Edge" which means no drugs, or alcohol.  Meet Noah Rider a 19 year old who lives on the edge, and for the next high. When they meet, hell splits open, and What is that in the air? Love? or Hate?

Rising Action Story

The wind whipped around us as we hurried to the church. Rain began to fall, lightening slamming all around. This must be the end of the world.

I looked up at the cloud, and what i saw must be gods way of coming to earth. It was made of clouds, and wind, taking the oddest funnel shape.

It only stayed for a moment, but it single handidly destroyed the most famous cathedral we have here in Italy. Wood, and glass was flying around, then crashing into a huge pile of debris and trash.What did god have against our religion? Have mercy on us!

The best imaginable

           I rested my head on my hand, and watched my little girl play dolls with her father. They were laughing, and i was a s cute as can be how such a grown man could play pretend with his daughter.
           "Get down here." My husband teased, pulling on my foot. I Slid off the couch and in front of my daughter, who was smiling at me. I picked up her newest doll and began treating it like a real baby for her amusement
          "KNOCK-KNOCK" Said my mother as her and my father entered my home. I smiled, got up and greeted them both with huge hugs.
          "Lily was just about ready for cake" I said as i walked them into my black and white themed kitchen, and over to the bright pink cake on the counter, "She insisted on all strawberry"

"The worst imaginable"

           The sky was crying but the mournfull people dressed in black weren't. The look on their faces grim, black, lifeless, as if the happiness went extinct.
           "We are gathered here today to celebrate the life of Bernice Arrowood" The man at the pulpit said, his sweaty hands clutching to the handkerchief in his coat pocket.
           I made my way up to the gorgeous peach colored casket and peered inside. My small hand rose, and traced the outline of her face, and took her cold stiff hand in my living one, "I miss you too much" I said with a heavy sigh, my voice choked by tears, to afraid to let them fall from my face.
          "Hannah," Said my father as he approached me, laying his hand on my shoulder, "It's okay to cry, you know."
          I stood silent for a while, admiring the smile that was still firmly planted on her face, "She..she wouldn't like that" I said finally, leaning down to kiss her sweet, wrinkled cheek.
         My dad smiled, his eyes red from weeping, and he led me back to our seats in the lengthy red pews, allowing the man to continue his speech.
         "I love you.." I said to myself, looking up, hoping maybe she'd be looking back at me.