TG Sorcerer's Captions and Stories

The change arrived without warning or spectacle. One moment Javier was in his small apartment, phone pressed to his ear, Marcus’s voice on the other end laced with false concern. The next, he was standing in a lived-in loft apartment, staring in the mirror at a form that was utterly familiar and horrifying. She was curvy and warm-skinned, dark curls piled messily on her head, a silver chain resting above full breasts barely contained by a slept-in white strapless top. A black micro-skirt hugged thick thighs marked by a sprawling rose tattoo; another design curled down one arm. Black strappy heels with delicate gold accents were still strapped to her feet. The apartment around her was ordinary rather than aspirational, with feminine laundry draped over a chair, lacy panties and bras strewn all over the floor, an empty takeout container on the counter beside a stack of bills, a half-drunk bottle of cheap wine in the fridge next to meal-prep containers and oat milk. Javier’s mind reel...

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Jason? What the hell are you doing here?” Alicia exclaimed, dropping her groceries on the stand next to the door. Her fiancé, Zack, entered their home a few moments behind her, and looked similarly shocked and angry at the unexpected guest currently sitting at their kitchen table. “Hey Alicia, ‘sup Zack? How are you two cheaters doing?” Jason said in a snarky tone, venom dripping from his words as he sneered at them, not even trying to hide his contempt from his expression. “I said what the hell are you doing here Jason? This is our home, you can’t be here! We broke up years ago; are you seriously still not over it?” Alicia asked, clearly angered at her ex-boyfriend for intruding into her home. “We didn’t break up. You cheated on me. With him.” He declared sternly, nodding his head towards Zack. “And as for what I am doing here, I think a little payback is in order for all the emotional trauma you put me through.” As he spoke, he rearranged two small stacks of paper placed on th...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

    The Cursed Inheritance by TG Sorcerer “Wow, this place is really huge!” Denise walked into the house, although it was more appropriate to call it a mansion, mouth agape at the sheer size of the thing. Not only that, but the large building was located on quite a large estate, making it an incredibly valuable piece of real estate. Adam chuckled at her reaction, remembering he had acted pretty much the same way when he had first set eyes on it as well, so many years ago. “I told you my grandpa was loaded! I am just sad you never got to meet him, he really was a nice guy, and an important part of my childhood, even if we lost touch these last few years…” Adam’s chipper mood suddenly soured, the memory of his recently passed grandfather bringing up a wave of nostalgia, as well as sadness. Denise didn’t seem to pick up on this shift in attitude, too focused on the immensity of the entry hall, and the implication this had on the size of the place, and the number of ...