TG Sorcerer's Captions and Stories

“Alright, so let me get this straight, you want your wife and yourself to have sex more often, is that correct?” Peter nodded towards the strange man in a blue suit and red cape. He was still a little sceptical about a real life sorcerer, capable of magic and spells with the potential to rewrite reality. But apparently he was the real deal, which was the reason why the young man had sought him out. “Yeah, we’ve been together for years now, but ever since we got married, the passion has been dwindling, and we find ourselves having sex less and less often. I know it is drastic, but I cannot live in a relationship without sex. Do you have a spell that can help with that?” The sorcerer smiled. “I have just the thing.” He said as he started waving his hands in the air dramatically, fiery runes appearing all around him, forming a circle around both their heads. “It is a powerful spell, capable of rewriting reality itself, but it should do the trick for your specific needs.” His face was scru...

Tristan and Natasha were celebrating their fifth anniversary, a fancy date at their favorite restaurant. They were in the middle of a toast, to their love and companionship, raising their glasses and staring into each other’s eyes, hearts filled with warmth and joy, when they heard the scraping sound of a chair being dragged next to them. Tristan stopped talking, and looked over in surprise as a man, who looked to be about the same age as them, sat down at the table with them. Tristan spoke up in an offended manner, as Natasha signaled one of the waiters over. “Hey man, can’t you see this table is taken?” “That’s okay, you both don’t mind me being here.” Something came over them both, and suddenly, his presence didn’t bother them anymore. Sure, they were celebrating their anniversary, but a little company wouldn’t hurt, would it? When the waiter arrived, asking a curt: “Is everything alright here?”, Nat replied with a smile “Yes everything is fine, thanks!” The waiter eyed the newcomer...

There was nothing strange or odd about the new antique store that opened up on Main Street. Except for the fact that it mysteriously appeared overnight, as if out of thin air. That and the fact that every single item in the store is cursed in some way or another. Of course, customers don’t know that last part, and anyone who comes in will find themselves unable to leave without buying precisely one item from the store and bringing it back home, even if they only intended to browse through the items quickly, or worse, didn’t even mean to come into the mysterious place. Such is the influence that the owner of this place has on its visitors. Afterall, being a warlock, who is a human who inherited mystical powers from a demonic ancestry, has its perks. Many cursed items are littered about haphazardly, eager to ensnare a mortal victim, and irreversibly change their lives and destinies forever. Antique binoculars which seem to make things seen through it not only closer but smaller as we...