Jack The Drought Novels & Stories

“Amen.” "Alright you weirdos, Jack's here to pick me up," Draya told them, knocking them out of their fantasy. She wouldn't deny it though, it warmed her heart seeing her brother smiling a genuine smile. He looked so happy she was happy that he was happy if that even made sense. "Who's Jack?" DJ asked, getting on his feet and walking his daughter to the door. He opened it to find a nice-looking young man with untamed blond hair standing on his front porch.

“You do not get to monitor my job. You do not get to use a dog as leverage because you are bored and petty and you need a story to falsify. Bear is fine. He eats on a schedule. He goes to the vet. He sleeps on my bed. That is enough stability for us.” Grant turned his coffee cup in a slow circle, watching the swirl like it was part of the pitch. “Stability is not living in a two-bedroom in Kitsilano while you spend all day around men who are paid to be reckless. I have a yard. I have a cleaner. I have a schedule that does not depend on a hockey calendar. I am not letting that animal get dragged through your next mess.” Maya leaned forward. “You mean the mess you created when you emptied her

“ Why would I upset her ? “ said Jack . “ Because sometimes you just say some unreasonable nonsense . “ said Massimo . Jack laughed with a forced smile as he continued to drink whiskey. “ So , what is your problem ? “ asked Luna . “ We just talked about Mel . Rather than talking , she scolded me . “ said Jack . “ She scolded you ? “ asked Massimo surprised . “ Yeah ! She is quite scary when she gets angry . “ said Jack . “ That is true ! “ said Massimo with a serious tone . Jack drank the glass of whiskey till the end then took the bottle and filled the glass again . “ You are drinking rather fast tonight . “ said Massimo . “ I wanna get drunk . Unless I get drunk “ If you wanna get drunk th

It became sharper and quieter. His lips parting to his signature bandit grin, Jack leisurely placed his right on the saddle horn. "The weather is looking really bad today. I hope you've got enough beer stored to sit out the storm. The towns are deserted till miles from here, so you might not be able to stock up soon. And right" he laughed a grumbling, carefree laugh as if there wasn't a single worry on his mind, "You might also need a bottle or two of stronger liquor for the wounded! I bet Dragsa won't go easy on you!"

Drake said with a sigh. “What is it?” *** “Another,” Jack casually said as he finished his third bottle of alcohol, as a minor this wasn’t supposed to be but he had his ways to get what he wanted. “Yeesh kid, are you trying to get yourself killed? You’re not even an Ancient nor an adult but here you are downing liquor like water! This has gotta be unacceptable! Hey madam! Why not stop?!” A kind middle-aged man decided to interfere before Jack drowned himself in alcohol

Jade scratched her head as she walked down the stairs. She hadn't looked in a mirror since she woke up but she was sure she looked very untidy. She had overslept and had had a pleasant dream. Her mouth was plastered with dried drool and her hair was in a tangled mess. Her eyes were probably swollen from her very long and peaceful sleep. She knew she was supposed to wash up first but she woke up feeling very thirsty. If she didn't drink water, she reasoned she'd turn to stone. So it didn't matter how heavy her legs were and how messy she looked she trudged towards the kitchen to get a drink.

he said, taking my drink from my hand. “What are you doing?” I looked from him to the drink he’d sat on the table beside me, then back to him. “How am I supposed to survive the night without the assistance of alcohol?” “Easy.” Jack pulled me toward the horde of townsfolk. “You dance.” “Wait a minute, pal.” I pulled back and planted my feet on the ground. “I don’t dance.” “You cannot expect me to just stand by and watch a pretty girl die of boredom,” Jack said as he continued to pull me. My shoes gave no traction at all, so it was an easy task. “That’s gotta be a crime in at least three states.”

Casey said and Annabella nodded "Jack woke early every morning. He milked the cow, poured the milk into a jug and set off to the dairy. The milk was only worth a few pennies, but Jack didn’t mind. He happily accepted the pennies from the dairy farmer, bought a few potatoes from the market and returned home. Jack did this everyday. The milk from the cow was just enough to help Jack and his mother get by. One year a terribly harsh winter hit the village. Great howling winds blew and the snow lay in huge drifts—never before seen by the villagers.

he mutters. "You quit?" Jack nods. "Yeah. Last year. I hate smoking. But at times like this, it’s the only thing stopping me from hating everything else. It gives the hands something to do." "Yeah," I say, looking out over the manicured lawn. "Grief can do that. It rewrites the rules." Jack turns his head, fixing me with a dull stare. "Have you lost anyone before? Anyone close?" "No," I admit. I’ve been lucky, or perhaps just isolated.