Steven Alexander

It was midnight, and Michael was outside an ER. After pacing for a few minutes, he pulled out his phone to call someone. “Yes?” Isaac answered on the other end. Michael was choking up. “Hey, yeah, this is Michael. You did a spell for me a few months ago.” “Yes, the lottery winner.” Michael fought back tears. “Yeah, well,” Michael began and froze for a few seconds. “Look, I’ll pay you anything to reverse it. Please.”

It was later that night, and Michael was home and staring at a blank search bar on the Internet. He typed Brendan’s name and reluctantly hit search. Among the names that popped up was Brendan Scott, artist. He chose that link, as a picture of Brendan then lit up the screen. Quickly, Michael closed the laptop. His phone started ringing, and he answered it. “Are you coming?” Pierre asked on the other end. “I don’t feel that w

It was the next day, and Michael had just gotten home from work. Immediately, he noticed everything was gone in the living room, so he called the landlord. “Is this Linda? Hey, Linda, this is Michael in 220. I think someone broke into my apartment,” he said, but then paused, “that could be true. No, I’m okay. Thank you.” He walked to the bedroom and found that only Brock's clothes were missing. Automatically, he tried calling Brock, but the number was disconnected. Then, he tried callin

Michael had just come home that night when he noticed his laptop open. He walked over to it and saw that Brock had left his Email up. After hesitating, Michael entered it. There were thousands of Emails in the inbox. The first one began, “38 y/o, discreet professional, looking for escort while in town.” He saw a link to an escort site and clicked on it. It brought up a profile for Brock, who was going by Landon on the site, and there were numerous reviews and nudes i

Michael and his boyfriend, Brock, were at an after hours party at one of their friends' houses. Michael was thirty years old and had a lanky build, average looks, and brown hair and eyes. Brock was twenty-six years old and had a muscular build, blond hair, blue eyes, and what appeared to be a permanent scowl. Michael was alone and bored. Brock was talking to a cute boy, who kept touching his arm. Both were laughing, whispering, and occasionally gl

After a horrible week, Michael seeks out a local sorcerer for a money spell. To teach Michael a lesson, the sorcerer makes him choose between love and money.