TG Sorcerer's Captions and Stories

They say college is a melting pot. Different cultures, ideologies, interests created a very particular social structure, that often resulted in cliques forming. There were the geeks and nerds, hipsters and potheads, punks and goths, artists and thespians, and of course the jocks and cheerleaders. But you didn’t fit with any of them, in fact you practically hated them all. Because they all had one thing in common. They conformed. Yes, even the punks, who labeled themselves as disruptors of societal norms, as they still conformed to the social structuring that college imposed. They remained within bounds and did not overstep. And you despised them for it. This was all bullshit and you couldn’t wait to be done with school, and move on to real life, outside in the real world. But for now, you endured, begrudgingly. Occasionally someone would try to recruit you. They would see it as an act of kindness, of offering, to save you from your loneliness. But what they did not understand is that y...

It was always a bad idea to insult a witch. And since you can’t tell if a woman is a witch by appearances only, it is always a bad idea to insult women in general. Scratch that, it’s just a plain bad idea to insult anyone these days. You never knew who you could be dealing with, like a very important person with lots of power, or a serial killer. Or a witch. In your defense you couldn’t have known she was a witch. A blonde bimbo in a halter top and micro skirt outside a club wasn’t the first thing that came to mind when one said the word witch. No pointy hat, crooked nose, warts or green skin. Just flawless fair skin, shimmering and obviously dyed platinum hair, big fake tits and ass barely covered. Who would’ve guessed? Certainly not you, or else you might have held your tongue. Unfortunately for you, you didn’t. You don’t even remember how it started. Some petty argument for a reason or another. You had drunk quite a bit, so the details were fuzzy. You had spent a rough night, gettin...

My name is James, andI had always been kind of a recluse, not a lot of friends through college but that was okay with me. I just wanted to attend classes and then head home, with minimal social interactions along the way. And I would normally succeed, if it wasn’t for you. I did not know what compelled you to act this way, if it was the way that I tried to avoid attention, or just my overall nerdiness, but you had to make my life a living hell. Heckling me in the hallway, making snarky comments, even physically pushing me around. Obviously I was to meek to do anything about it, and simply endured the gratuitous torture, as the more I tried to avoid you the more you seemed to seek me out. Until that fateful day. One of the girls had school who had witnessed multiple of our altercations took pity on me, and gifted me with a powerful item that would change our dynamic forever. The Page of Fate. It was very simple to use, almost too simple. All I had to do is write your name at the top, an...

Your head was killing you from boredom. You were an outside and social kind of guy, so this forced quarantine thing was unbearable! All for something that was basically just a big cold… You were stuck in your apartment, all interesting TV shows had been watched, and it had only been 5 days! Still 9 more to go! You were never going to get through this. As you were browsing your phone, trying to find something, anything to do, an ad popped up. Weird those were usually blocked. You almost clicked on the X when the title caught your attention. Want to change your problems? Change your problems? What kind weird wording was that? Still, intrigued, you read on. Is life dragging you down with insurmountable issues? Are your problems simply too much for you to handle? Simply click here and we will take those problems away and give them to someone else, while giving you someone else’s issues! It’s easy and it’s free! You chuckled a bit at the ad. You still weren’t quite sure what they were tryin...

You entered the shop, looking a little nervous. This was odd, because as a muscular man over 6 feet tall, nothing ever really scared you, and you usually walked around oozing confidence and assuredness. But this, this scared you. Confronting your inner most desires, your deepest feelings, this was something you had never done before. And that is what made you nervous. The shop was poorly lit, with a humid atmosphere. Littered around the shelves haphazardly were a bunch of things, seemingly unrelated to one another. A little girl's doll was sitting next what seemed like a funeral urn, a make-up kit was resting on a bag of what seemed to be oats. You tried to ignore all the chaos and made your way to the back of the store, where the register was. You had heard of this store from a friend, who pretended it could make any dreams come true, for a price. And when he said anything, he meant anything, like really anything. Magic, he had said, but didn’t want to discuss the details of what ...

  Another lonely Friday evening. There you were, sitting all by yourself, in your small bachelor pad, feeling dissatisfied with everything in your life. Nothing was engaging, you had your laptop out for some video games, but after 30 minutes of trying to find a game to play you gave up on that. You then browsed the TV for something interesting to watch. Once again, in vain. Everything on there you had either already seen, or looked absolutely unwatchable. You sighed in despair as you closed the TV, not sure what else to do with your boring evening. Not tired enough for bed already, so that wasn’t an option. Read a book? Once again, you have already read everything in your collection, and besides, you didn’t want to commit to what would be hours and hours of reading. Sounds from outside caught your attention. You walked up to the window and immediately as you opened the shades you were blinded by lights. Across the street from you, the huge fancy hotel was having one of its famously...