Surreal Tragedies

By Jasper Pagan

Tiny tales about troublemakers, warriors, heroes and lovers. Impossible landscapes and horrible situations. Step into the tortured world of a gleefully bleeding brain.

A violent collection of short stories. Easy and fun to read, these intense and powerful pieces will devastate your hungry mind.

The man who sold his soul to save us all.

The ant-society that descended into anarchy.

Two Hallowe'en tricks.

Dismal situations.

Warriors.

Nonsense.

Pretty words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jasper Pagan
• Release date: Jul 2, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466070516

Jasper Pagan

I'm a writer, and I write Surreal Adventures. I live in a city, in a swamp, upon a mountain on an island in Canada. I love Nature, Science, Ideas and the MIND!!!! (Plus I'm into Fun Things and confusing people)

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Jasper Pagan

Copyright 2011 by Jasper Pagan

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This book is dedicated to my delusions of persecution.

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Fixdale’s Duty

Fixdale was a strong and evil man, and he had been fighting beside Gilligan when Gilligan got laserbeamed in the larynx. Gilligan had been one of the Magic-Blooded Princes, and their limbs and body parts were sought-after when they died, for a feast from their fine blood gave the eater devastating powers. So it was Fixdale’s duty as a friend and ally to protect Gilligan’s body from scavengers until the coroner arrived to return the body to the Earth, so his powers could go back to the Dark Lord, Satan, who is so powerful and generous.

It was a disgusting sight, this Satan-worshiping killer standing in full battle gear on the street corner, with the mangled body of his deceased ally propped up against the apartment building in a pool of its own blood,