TG Sorcerer's Captions and Stories

The mall, the place on earth you hated most. All those people, all these shops. So much senseless spending on frivolities, unjustifiably pricey jewelry, extra pairs of shoes people didn’t really need, and clothes, so many clothes. Did people really need four boutiques in a single mall which specialized in selling women’s underwear? Could they really be that different from one another? You avoided going there as much as you could, unfortunately, the closest branch for you bank was renting a location inside the mall, so you ended up going there more often than you would have preferred. It was on one such occasion that you were here, navigating rapidly through the crowded hallways, eager to make it in and out as quickly as you could of this hellish place. Only as you snaked through the crowd, you wound up face to face with a distracted shopper, one arm hooked with multiple shopping bags and the other one holding up a cellphone to ear. With her more focused on her conversation over the pho...

Everything hurt. Your lower back, your feet, your arms, your shoulders, your arms, everything! How could you feel so sore? It was only a single day, one day of working as a minimum wage retail employee. Yet it had been the worst day of your life. And the worst part was, that you would have to do the same thing again tomorrow, and the day after that, and after that as well, for the rest of your life. Such was the nature of the curse that had been put on you. It was harsh yes, much too harsh, but the witch that had been your judge, jury and executioner was not a lenient person, and did tend to go overboard. All it had taken was a little comment about how grocery store workers were always lounging, doing “inventory” or other crap to pretend to work, and poof, gone was your career as an aspiring lawyer. Now you would forever work in one branch of retail or another. But that wasn’t all. The witch wanted to make sure you had the absolute worst experience possible. So, she made you a small ...