Doors Jack Novels & Stories

They always said Friday was the day for firing people. Each step of the stairs was pain filled and the drumming beat of my march to the gallows. I gave a heavy sigh before reaching out and knocking on Jack’s door. “Come in,” he called from the other side. I twisted the handle and pushed the door open. Jack sat at the large wooden desk he’d had since I’d known him. He had it specially made, commissioned from local Amish. There was no smile on Jack’s face, and he let out a long, low sigh.

Jack exclaimed as he was trying to calculate the measurement of the ladder of the truck. "It will be really good I think." He said while nodding his head. Jack walk his way to the drivers seat and hold to try to open it but he can't. It was locked and it doesn't have a key. He tried to peek inside to look on the drivers seat if there is a key inserted but he didn't see any. "Now that is a problem." He said while going down from the truck. He was thinking of any other way to let the truck start. He walk around to look for something that he can use to smash the window of the truck. He saw an axe not far away from those trucks. He reach for it and carry it.

“Mind if I come inside?” “No, man.” Eddie stepped aside immediately. “You look at whatever you want.” “After you.” Jack gestured. He wasn’t about to let Eddie get behind him with that tire iron. The big plow was in the middle of the bay, some tools lying around the front tire. Eddie must have been working on that. He plodded back there now and dropped the tire iron next to the other tools. “I can get you the shovel.” “I’d appreciate that.” Jack stared at the woodstove in the back. He hadn’t seen that when he’d looked through the windows before. It had been covered by a partially open door.

We are getting this place up to the standards that I require. We are getting ready to smuggle Jack back into the building via truck again. Joker is rolling the furniture dolly into the living room. Setting down the box harder than necessary and hearing a muffled Jack yell, "You did that on purpose, fucker!" Joker twirls around a crowbar, smiling like an unhinged person would. "You better talk nice to me, Jackie! Otherwise, I might misplace this crowbar." "Queenie! Use your twin powers to overpower this asshole!" Jack voices as he pounds against the box, attempting to free himself.

Jack drove out at insane speed, breaking the speed limit. He manuvered past the many cars that plied the room as the covered the distance from in office to Karen's house in few minutes. He parked his car carelessly in her entrance and jumped out. Her car was still parked in the garage so he walked to the door, trying to pull it open. After trying twice, he realized it was locked from the inside. He cussed as he stared at the door, slowly running out of options. He moved backwards and slammed his shoulder on the door and still, it remained unmoved.

They raised their machine guns. "We're pinned!" Harper fired her rifle, but the bullets bounced off their chassis. "Jack! Where are you?!" VROOOOM. A massive yellow shape roared out of the fog. A Forklift. Driven by Jack, with a lit cigar in his mouth. "Coming through!" Jack yelled. He rammed the forks into the first two droids, pinning them against the wall. CRUNCH. He lifted them up and threw them off the side of the rig, into the churning ocean below.

Jodi said as she slowed the jeep down. “Maybe it’s Nick,” Jackie said. “In a car? Why would he be in a car when he has a perfectly good truck?” “I don’t know,” Jackie said. “Just take the turn. Maybe his truck broke down.” Jodi shrugged and continued to drive. The dirt road opened up to the docks of the sawmill. Jesse was there sitting on his motorcycle and looking confused. He had a small flatbed trailer attached to the back his bike. He usually carried a load of moonshine in the trailer. Why would he have it out here?

The brutalist concrete structure was overgrown with ivy, and the massive steel doors of the main garage were rusted at the hinges. Dax killed the engine, and the silence of the mountains rushed in to fill the void. He dismounted, his boots crunching on the dry needles of the pines that had reclaimed the driveway. "Home sweet home," he muttered, though his hand remained near the heavy iron wrench tucked into his belt. The instinct for danger didn't vanish just because the network did. I walked to the keypad beside the door. It was an ancient, mechanical unit no biometrics, no neural links. I punched in the code from the trust documents. With a heavy, metallic thunk, the deadbolts retracted, a

Jackson brought his men forward as he rushed and cursed, while Javier held the jack that was close to 20 pounds in his hand and closed the trunk. Did Javier need to wield a weapon to go up against vermin? Of course not! Javier brought out the mechanical jack because he would feel a bigger kick out of the fight with it! “You dare bring your men right up to my doorstep, eh? I’m going to beat the living lights out of you all!” ‘I-Is he a monster!?’ Jackson had always thought he was the descendant of a monster, the kind that would wander around with its bloodied mouth wide open.