TG Sorcerer's Captions and Stories

    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 ...

 

“Come on man! Give me another chance! I swear I will get better.” Nolan pleaded with his roommate, Phil, who was currently threatening to kick him out on account of his lack of contribution around the apartment. “No! You’ve already told me this too many times! Enough is enough, pack your things, I want you out by the end of the month.” Phil proclaimed with a stern face. “Seriously Phil, there has to be something I can do to convince you I can change…” When Nolan mentioned the word change, Phil seemed to perk up, as if he suddenly had an idea. “There might be something… But you must be certain that you are ready to change for it to work.” he uttered in an enigmatic tone. “Sure man, I’ll change, I’ll do anything, I just really need this place, I couldn’t afford rent anywhere else.” Phil pleaded, as he usually did when confronted about his laziness by his roommate, happy to see his empty promises were once again working. “Alright, if you say so… Now hold still…” Phil drew a long pointy st...

“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...

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...