Fresh X Paper Jam Novels & Stories

"Don't contact me again." "Pleasure doing business," Jax smirked, slipping the bag into his coat pocket. He practically jogged back to his car, eager to get the sample to the private laboratory Mr. Cole had pre-approved. Once inside the safety of his sedan, Jax pulled the bag out to inspect it. He froze. His blood ran entirely cold. Taped neatly to the side of the crushed juice box was a small, perfectly cut square of white cardstock. Written on it, in flawless, almost robotic calligraphy, were five words.

Austin handed over some papers to Leo while grabbing his attention. "What are these papers?" Leo looked at the papers while saying. Jenny is with them as well—they are all in Austin and Jenny's room. "Open the papers first!" Austin said. "Tell me about these damn papers in the first place!" Jenny is looking back and forth between Austin and Leo. "If you open the papers, you will come to know!" Austin said this while showing his stubbornness. Jenny smiled upon their Tom and Jerry fight.

I was getting annoyed. I tried again but all in vain. " Ughhh..." I was irritated. " What happened?? " " Nothing... " " Tell me, maybe I can help. " " Something is wrong .. all the colours of the printed pictures are different and weird. " " Let me see.. " he came near me and checked. " I think the black colour has been finished. That's why the colours look weird. Do you have an extra black cartridge ?? " " I don't know... May be here. " I opened a drawer and found the new packs.

And then I stopped it. Jimmy entered the office, looking like a sneaky bastard as he kept looking over his shoulder. He paused a few times before he sifted through a few a papers Melissa put back on the desk until he held up a small sheet that was the small size the information was written on. Jimmy pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of it before he slid it back the stack of papers and left the office. I paused the video and turned to Axel. "He's a fucking dead man." ~~~~~~~~

A paper jam. Wonderful, Lucy thought, annoyance flowing into her body. There was an unspoken rule in the office - if an unlucky individual found the printer jammed it was up to the finder to remedy the situation. Lucy had the sneaking suspicion that someone else had ignored this rule long before she had hit print. Sighing, she pulled off her suit jacket and got down on her hands and knees to pull the front cover off the giant behemoth of a printing device in order to find the source of the jam.

Personal Assistance It was Friday. Five o’clock arrived. I sneaked round the office, putting bits of crumpled paper in the two printers and plugging in the never-used fax machine. At six, I sent a print job through and listened to the printer jam. PA looked up in horror, and then the second printer ground to a halt. Poor love. ‘Never mind,’ I cheerfully assured her, ‘I’ll fax it across.’ PA jumped up to tackle the fax machine. Her first task was to get the dust of years from it.

I kicked the printer ignoring Jax as he laughed behind me. “I swear to God if this printer jams one more time I’m going to scream.” Jax shrugged, “at least it waited until you were done printing the checks.” “Yeah, I guess,” I mumbled as I opened up the printer and pulled out the jammed paper throwing it in the trash can beside me. Closing it back up I put my hands on my hips and closed my eyes hearing the hum of the printer. I said a silent prayer that it would act right and not make me throw it outside.

Sunlight came through the tall front windows, falling across the tables and the boxes of supplies waiting to be sorted. A printer hummed somewhere behind her. Then stopped. Lena glanced toward the sound. “Please don't tell me it jammed again.” A young volunteer appeared around the doorway holding several sheets of paper. “It didn't jam.” Lena relaxed. “Good.” “It ran out of paper.” Lena closed her eyes. “That's somehow worse.” The volunteer laughed. Lena smiled despite herself. “Put those on my desk. I'll handle it.” The volunteer hesitated. “You're sure?”

“Why can’t you be useful for long. Come help me fix this thing please.” I followed him over. The printer sat in a small corner near the window. He opened the side panel and started pulling out some crumpled papers. I held the flashlight on my phone so he could see better. He leaned in close. His arm brushed mine when he reached deeper. Warm. Solid. I didn’t move away. I enjoyed the feeling. “Hold it there,” he said. I kept the light steady. The woodsy smell from him filled the small space. My pulse rate picked up as I watched him work the jammed sheet out slow and careful.

I asked, opening my task log. “Several,” she said and then tipped her chin toward the big printer. “Rule one: don’t jam Vinny.” “Vinny?” “The printer. The brand is Vinnik 7000, but we don’t say brand names for anything that breaks because then we have to file forms about it. So: Vinny. Don’t jam him. He’s temperamental, and he screams.” “Machines scream?” She gave me a look. “Not out loud. In our souls.” Then she added, softer, “If you do jam it, call IT quietly. Don’t tug. Don’t open compartments. Don’t be a hero.”