Faisel’s sorrows Part – 5

Even heard of a turnip used as a weapon of humiliation? read this and you will have.

Faisel’s Sorrows – Part 3

With a silent chuckle the little shit lowered the explicit gesture he had just thrown in Faisel’s direction, his face wore one of the purest depictions of self praise the furious spirit had ever seen. Which of course was quite literally, so intolerably infuriating that, even having already lost his “shit”, the impossible rage that…

Faisel’s Sorrows – Part 2

Time was passing excruciatingly slowly for Faisel. It had been maybe a week now, maybe longer. You see, time was a concept that the newly dead wizard found difficult to grasp since his unfortunate demise. The days now all seemed to blur into one.  The reason for which, much to Faisel’s annoyance; was likely the…

Faisel’s Sorrows – Part 1

It was lonely being dead. Well, at least Faisel thought so anyway. With a sigh, he passed his insubstantial finger through the rook on the chess board before him. What he wouldn’t give to just be able to play again, just once more. Being a ghost wasn’t even half as much fun as he had imagined…