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 ...

Stan gulped as he stood in front of the door, bouquet of flowers in his hand. Tonight, he had a date with his long-time crush, Kaylee. They had spent all of high school together, in the same classes, and it was only now, two years later while they were in college, that he had finally gathered up enough courage to ask her out. And turns out, she had been kind of into him as well all those years, which explains why she had remained single for so long, while being a hot and popular girl. So, he had great feelings about this night, and the nights to come. Yet he couldn’t help but feel nervous as he knocked on the door a few times. Opening the door was Kaylee’s dad, a large, tall man with a shaven head. But more than his physique, his attitude imposed respect, fear even. Stan shrank down under his judgmental gaze, as the man looked him up and down, analyzing him. “Can I help you?” He asked, his deep baritone voice matching his intimidating physique. “Hi… I am here to see Kaylee? She and I h...

Christina was fucked and she knew it. Not only had she gotten blackout drunk and cheated on her boyfriend with a total stranger, but said boyfriend was also a really powerful warlock with quite a temper. Ever since she had found out that William could bend reality to his will, she had tried to find a way to end their relationship, escape him without dooming herself in the process. But against a man who could wield magic, it was easier said than done. And now it was only a matter of moments before he woke up and didn’t find her next to him. He would then most certainly use a spell to locate her and teleport to wherever she was, and then it would be over for both her and her unfortunate one-night stand, who was still sleeping blissfully next to her. As if she had summoned him herself, the man in question appeared at the foot of the bed with a loud “Bang!” and a puff of smoke, anger burning in his eyes. She yelped in surprise and the man who’s name she couldn’t even recall woke up with a ...

“Excuse me sir, can you help me out, I have a few questions regarding this product…” Alex sighed in exasperation. In retrospect, it he was asking for it, at least a little. After all, who wears a red shirt when shopping at Target? Going shopping hadn’t been in his plans when getting dressed that morning, but he had inadvertently eaten the last eggs in the fridge for breakfast, the same eggs that his wife needed to bake a cake for her friend’s birthday tonight. So, he went out, going to the nearest store, without thinking about how he was dressed, and ended up at Target. He immediately regretted his decision as a woman in her forties, with short blond hair and sunglasses, came up to him and asked for help. “I’m sorry Ma’am, but I don’t work here…” He kept going, heading deeper into the store towards the groceries and the fridges, where the eggs would be kept, but she sidestepped and blocked his path, insistent. “Nonsense. If you don’t work here, why are you wearing a red shirt? ...

  “Hi and thank you for calling TechTeam, my name is Robert, how may I help you?” “Hi Robert! I would like a big titty goth girlfriend!” Rob sighed in exasperation. Working remotely for a call center always involved dealing with a fair number of strange requests, and strange people, so he wasn’t entirely surprised by this odd request, only annoyed. Unfortunately, calls were monitored, and he was not allowed to simply hang up on such calls. He had to confirm with the clients that he had properly heard, or that they didn’t mean something else, before advising them that they weren’t calling the right location, so he begrudgingly confirmed with the caller. “I’m sorry sir, did you say that you wanted a big titty goth girlfriend?” “Yes! I would really love to have one if you could help me.” The man had a chirpy tone, as if what he was asking was strange or creepy at all. “I’m sorry sir, but this is a tech help phone line. May I suggest maybe visiting dating site to find a girl ...

Arnold was an Uber driver in his spare time. Times were hard, and his main job as a graphic designer for an advertisement firm just wasn’t enough anymore, so he supplemented his income by driving people around during his free evenings and weekends. He would prefer not to have to work any more than he should, but honestly, he didn’t hate this type of work. He liked driving his car, and he met tons of interesting people while working, chatting up conversations with them, usually just small talk, but it was still very enjoyable. Today was one such day, he was heading downtown to pick up someone and drive him back to the suburbs. He went to the provided, waiting for a minute before a shady looking guy climbed into his back seat. Arnold turned around with his usual big smile and cheerful attitude. “Hey there! How’s it going today?” As he got to see him from close up, Arnold felt there was something off with this man, something wrong. Maybe it was that knowing half smile, maybe it was the gl...