Raymond G Schmidt

Great joy had been followed by an even greater sorrow. Jo-Eb sat there numb pushing his head into his hands. He was completely drained and had no desire to even try to climb out of this pit of depression. He could no longer fathom a reason for life. How would he now be able to carry on? How could such a tragedy trump all that had ever had any meaning in his life? Then a knock came at the door and a young lad was in need of help. He shoved his self-pity into a corner of his mind for now and he knew that even when tragedy strikes, life still goes on. As you push the bonds of imagination and determine the good that can be accomplished by the giving of yourself; then you can come to grips with adversity and meet it head on. Jo-Eb met such a challenge and managed to make sense of chaos, revitalize himself and learn the worth of his being. The great joy of receiving in his life had been followed by an even greater sorrow. The loss of one so precious that he simply sat there numb; pushing his head into his hands. He was completely drained and had no desire to even try to climb out of this pit of depression. He could no longer fathom a reason for life. How would he now be able to carry on? This tragedy trumped all that had ever had any meaning in his life? Then a knock came at the door and a young lad was in need of help. He shoved his self-pity into a corner of his mind for now and he knew that even when tragedy strikes, life still goes on.

Between two worlds there lays a realm, a place of mystic wonder Tread lightly in that place or you may be pulled under Dwell not on all the things you have you'll not take them anyway Perhaps you will return, or more likely you will stay Margo's life was simple, her feet firm on the ground Until she fell into a hole, a new world she had found Never again, she told herself, will I wonder through the maze It seems I'll meander here until the end of days The vines of terror tried to seize her mind, her will extremely strong She had it wrap around itself while pretending to go along Giving way to fear was not her style, she knew that she would win First to throw off tyranny, yet where do I begin She saw a sliver of light, behold, which direction shall I go Like a moth drawn toward the light, curiosity it did show At first the shapes did not make sense, raising her defense She fathomed it a reptile with wings, but that did not make sense The fog retreated, the sun peeked in, the cave where she did reside Surely a dragon, just as bewildered stood there by her side A mysterious dream, she told herself for dragons are not real Yet scales I touch upon them, and red eyes pierce like steel While walking through the maze of life, encounter things we must Your eyes, your ears, the smell of things, in which one do you trust When you think things make no sense to you, in your world you preside Yet you have to wonder, how about the possibilities on the other side

As the world slowly pulled out of isolationism, and attempted to deal with the impact on the world, the meaning of "My Neighbor" started with a flicker of consciousness that sparked into flames. Horror spreads across the land, and hate provided the fuel One individual, attempting to glue the fabric of humanity and draw us out of complacency, attempted to stitch us into a coherent moral society. Yet the time for hatred had arrived over the entire world. Because we were all concerned about ourselves. We were not ready to admit that what happens over there actually impacts us here.

A Color Book Story. Three brothers go on an adventure.

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Margo encounters a separate world and is thrown into a conflict of two different classes of intelligence. The wars had gone on for centuries with no apparent end in sight. She finds herself unwillingly involved and attempts to bring about a mutual respect and peace to the other world in or to ensure the safety of hers.

Syrus Sairiama, an Immortalis, and the last of his kind usually lives a fairly systematic life only to be thrown into an event that will force him to struggle against the darkness that stalks the very recesses of his mind. Will he conquer this demon, or will this demon conquer him?

When a teenage girl moved to a new city the first thing that she finds out is that a vital part of her life has been kept a secrete up until now. When evil threatens and the adults do nothing to stand up to this growing darkness, what can the children do in this time of crisis?