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One of Hell’s workers, an employee by the name of Chagrin, is having doubts about his job. A member of the Devil's brigade, Chagrin has grown tired of tormenting humans. But will infidelity be permitted? Will lack of dedication be tolerated? Is his place on the team of evil threatened? In Hell there is no such thing as justice. But there are trials. And Chagrin will be put on trial – for the unheard-of transgression of blasphemy.It is a battle of wills among the immortals. No one knows what is unhumanly possible. One thing is certain. When one of Hell's own henchmen transgresses, injustice in the lower world will be carried out, come Heaven, Hell, or stagnant water.Humor is a rare thing in Hell, except when they try one of their own. Then everyone laughs, even the humans.

What could a fabulously wealthy heiress and an anonymous pauper possibly have in common? Rich and poor, they say, never the twain shall meet. But perhaps, as the ancients would tell it, some naughty little boy shot arrows from his bow into their innocent hearts. This is a story of two remarkable women, and the men who deserved them. They have discovered a world of their own making, where wealth is not what one has but what one is. ***** These two ... who lived together in a relaxed and agreeable manner, had no idea just how happy and content they were, for to be so is to be blind to analyzing how one feels. Those with such fortune merely live and enjoy and produce, expanding each day the heart and mind, drinking deeply of simplicity, and slowly chewing the sweet substance of sincerity. Life could only be richer if they could step outside and see how wealthy their most common life was. This is the beauty of innocence, that it stays so without its own awareness. - THE HEIRESS -

In this comedy of four acts: The President of the nation is locked out of his office. The janitor has the only known key. He refuses to unlock the door. But why? A war is in the offing. The war plans are inside. What will the nation do to persuade the janitor to open the door? What will the loyal opposition do? What will the court do? What will the mistress do? What will the twin brother do? How can a janitor clean up the nation's mess? Isn't that's the job of a janitor, to clean things up? Follow these four acts of mayhem and no murder to the exciting and unexpected conclusion. The nation must be unified! We guarantee: If you don't laugh, the government will somehow refund your money.

In this unabashed love children were the best of friends,Each for the other, top to bottom, start to end.Cruel fate would work to make them part,A thing to break a loving heart.So something bold, it must be done,To keep in place their firm belief,That two remain as one.

When simple justice is denied to a victim, then revenge would appear a prompt and useful remedy. Or so one might think. It is up to you, the reader, to decide.

Enclosed are the stories Of lovers and terror Of killers and crickets Of wives and of friends. Just like the baker Who grants you one extra Here are twelve given And one more to end.

A punch is delivered with vigor. A punch is served with a flavorful kick. These are not your grandma's pastels. These are Pastels with a Punch!

Four hundred years ago Sir Francis Bacon set out to write essays, fifty-eight in all, on subjects he felt to be of import regarding the human condition. This current writer feels privileged to have chosen the same subjects.

Discover another dimension in color. Go eye to eye with pastels.

Twins separated at birth. Neither aware the other exists. If, years later, their paths should cross, would they know? The unaccountable working of blind fate, can it be that kind, that cruel, that serendipitous?