The following is the Easter story, written from the viewpoint of a fictional reporter of a what a modern publication might have been like at the time of Christ.  The story is based upon Matthew, Luke, and John in the King James Bible.

Being a reporter for the Roman Empire was supposed to be a dream come true.  I mean, to think that the Emperor himself would be reading my work for the Empire Daily, what more could a journalist ask for?  Well, dreams sure have a funny way of turning out.  Getting stuck on crucifixion duty just didn't seem like the way to jumpstart my career. 

All the executions seemed pretty much the same.  Talk to the governor, follow the prisoners, write down a couple details here and there, and ship it to the printing office for its spot somewhere near the back of the paper.  After a while, things became so routine that I thought I was going to lose my mind!  Things became a little more interesting, though, when I was sent to Jerusalem to cover the death of a Nazarene teacher. 

I did some background research on the guy while on my way to the city.  I searched the usual, needed information: crimes committed, method of capture, the kinds of things that can give a little action to an otherwise dull and monotonous event.  This Nazarene, though, did not have a criminal record.  In fact, I couldn't find a single law that he had broken that would warrant the death penalty.  He'd done some work on the Sabbath, which upset some of the locals, but nothing that would seem to justify a crucifixion. 

I continued to search for details on the condemned man, and it turned out that he had been sold out by one of his close friends.  There was a even a bit of a scuffle when they tried to take the prisoner away.  This will be a nice twist, I thought, feeling like I might be able to turn out a somewhat interesting story out of all this. 

Entering Jerusalem, I made my way toward the high priest's palace to catch the trial.  The prosecution made a pretty tough case, but the prisoner remained at peace.  I studied the man, Jesus of Nazareth, carefully.  His eyes shone with peace and tranquility in spite of the situation.  But he also seemed quite sad, as if the whole world were against him.  Nothing could prepare me for the next question, though: 

"Tell the court if you are the Christ, the Son of God." 

I stopped taking notes, stunned at the turn the case had taken.  Surely, this calm, upstanding man couldn't really think... 

"You've said it," the defendant answered, without changing his posture.  "But from now on you will see the Son of man on the right hand of power, coming in the clouds of Heaven." 

I paid little attention to the rest of the trial.  Needless to say, Jesus was found guilty, and he was taken to Governor Pilate the next morning.