TG Sorcerer's Captions and Stories

  Prologue I wish I could tell you that this was a story of comeuppance, revenge, and appropriate punishment. I really wish I could tell you that today's victims were jerks, douchebags, that they had done something vile to deserve what was going to happen to them. Unfortunately, the truth is that these men were just men, all that simply at the wrong place and the wrong time. Madam Jericho had spent her life prosecuted by men, rejected and outcast, until she was finally burned at the stake as punishment for witchcraft, hundreds of years ago. And while that was a false accusation at the time of her living, her intense hatred of men and violent death turned her soul into a vengeful spirit, bound to the place of her burning. Now, every few years, she awakens, and curses men that venture too closely to her final resting place, whether they be guilty or innocent, evil or pure, bad, or good. She makes no such distinction, as her intense hatred encompasses all men, and she is deprived

Steve and Brittany were enjoying the nice weather outside, lounging in the park in front of their home, having a picnic. They had made the decision impulsively, seeing the sun out, and it wasn’t too warm, so they made a couple of sandwiches, packed a few veggies, a bit of cheese and drinks, and made their way to the park in front. It was far from convenient, but they didn’t have a patio set, so it wasn’t the first time they did this simply to enjoy eating outside and appreciate the nice fresh outside air. But this time was slightly different. They had been a couple for many years, and Steve couldn’t imagine spending his life with anybody else, so he had decided to ask her to marry him. He just didn’t know when, but he knew he didn’t want a whole big setup, and he just wanted something authentic, genuine and romantic. So, this setting, the sun shining on their face, cuddling together on a soft blanked and enjoying a fresh summer breeze in each other’s arms, that seemed to be a good mome

Spring Break, the moment of the year that every frat boy anticipates the most. The pinnacle of the party scene, the booze fest to end all booze fest. It was a glorious week of drinking and debauchery, the event that every party would recall as the one to remember out of all their college days. And for these four friends, they planned to make it as memorable as possible. They wouldn’t be going to the party organized at the frat house, they wouldn’t even be going down to the beach. They were taking a plane and taking the party down south to Mexico and spending the whole week there, taking advantage of the cheap booze, hot, easy chicks, and the blazing sun. It would be a week to remember. Nate was the leader of the group. Shorter than the other guys, he made it up with his outgoing attitude and boisterous voice. He was also a ladies’ man, bragging of conquest after conquest with his boys, keeping a tally, like it was a competition to him, to sleep with as many girls as possible, swearin