Janitor Novels & Stories

Geena said, trying so hard not to blush. “And?” Sophia inquired, showing so much interest in the story. “We talked a little and he said he'd love me to see me again. We met again on the same day and I discovered he was a janitor at the office” Geena revealed. “Janitor, you mean a janitor gave you all these butterflies in your belle?” Sophia inquired. “Noooo Soph, you don't have to sound that way, he's still a human being despite being a janitor” Geena assured.

already ended a career. My hands were finally steady as I pulled out my phone to reach out to the one person in that building I still trusted.To: Alvin Hey, I'm out. Can you do me a huge favor? Grab my personal stuff and wipe my desktop. I’ll be at the coffee shop across the street—come meet me when you can get away.I crossed the street, moving through the sidewalk traffic with a purpose that felt foreign and electric. The bells jingled as I entered the café, a sharp contrast to the shouting I’d just left behind. I ordered a black coffee and claimed a small table by the window.From here, the office building looked like a gray monolith. Somewhere in there, a VP was probably still turning pur

A NEW LIFE. Giordana. "Hi, Miss Quinton, How are y'all doing today?" The chocolate skinned nurse asked as I trudged into the hospital. Smiling, I waved at the ever-friendly Nurse Marla, who had been a very wonderful help to me since I started working at the hospital. "We're all good but tired," I replied in a weary tone. "Oh, I can see that, I'll come to give you a foot massage later," she chirped to which I smiled in appreciation.

Only after she turned the corner leading to her room and saw a janitor standing in front, did she snap out of her daze. Janitor? She wondered. Why's there a janitor here? "What are you doing here?" She called out, her voice ringing in the empty hallway. The man seemed startled by her appearance. He flinched, then slowly turned to face her. "I was informed that there was a spill on this floor, so I came to clean it up. But I've handled it now, so I'll excuse myself." Bellatrix frowned, "There was a spill?" She repeated. "Y-yes." The man nodded and his eyes fell to the carpeted floor, as if he was a

asked, shocked at Anabel's nerves. "My name is Anabel; I'm the newly employed janitor." Anabel answered. "Oh! I can see. A new janitor. I didn't remember requesting another slave. I have enough of them here." "Point of correction. We are workers just like you. We are not slaves. Why will you kick the bucket and tell her to wipe it? Is that not intimidation?" "Shut up. I can see you don't have manners. So because I kicked it, I should be the one to clean it. Is that what you mean?"

"I don't mind at all. You're actually doing me a favor by selling me a good couch for cheap." I smile at him, hoping to convey my appreciation. "Thanks, but they really aren't heavy. I'm sure we'll be fine." He nods again. "Okay. Well, if you need anything before you're out, I live downstairs, so let me know." It takes him and his buddy a few minutes to maneuver the coach out the door and down the stairs, almost toppling the microwave off a few times. It actually gives me some much needed comic relief, especially when Geni starts yelling "Pivot!" channeling the sentiments of one of our favorite episodes of Friends. Once the show is over, Geni and I clean up a few last minute messes and pack

“Give me the cue and I am all set.” “Good, you better not fail this time,” an automated voice snickered, “like all those fools before you.” The janitor spoke with a hoarse voice that was deeply engraved with hatred. “I won’t fail.” He gritted his teeth. Not this time! “Let your action speak louder.” There was a brief silence before the automated voice spoke again. “It’s time.” The call automatically cut off. The janitor pressed a few buttons and knobs on the switch gear panel, his action was stiff but determined as if it was something he had memorized over time. “It’s done,” he hissed as he pressed a red button.

42028395830509674 – 0203484-8293809823 0950947592 83475289 475 2398475938475293847529348752394857 . . . Murder #3: Unanticipated addition. The janitor saw me fleeing the scene with gasoline bottles. Strangulation via vacuum cleaner chord (janitor) = death. One less number to count. By this stage, I was never going to stop. I was bent on destruction, thirsty to extinguish all the numbers in my hazy, warped world. I was like a hungry predator searching for my prey.

The walls were plain white, the floors were industrial tile, and the lighting was harsh and fluorescent I followed the signs until I found a door marked "Janitorial Staff." I knocked. "Come in." I pushed open the door and stepped inside. A woman sat behind a small desk, her face set in a permanent frown. She looked to be in her fifties, with gray-streaked hair pulled back in a tight bun and glasses perched low on her nose she wore a crisp white blouse and a severe expression. "Sophia Clarks?" She didn't look up from her papers. "Yes ma'am." "I'm Margaret. I run the janitorial staff here." She finally looked up her eyes scanning

“Then what can you do? I thought since you can’t do anything right, you should be handed the easiest job.” Brian Grant sat there froze, staring at the man with his mouth open, he wanted to say something but Mr Grant defeated him. “I will request that one of the janitors teaches you. Everyday, one of Alaine’s secretary will go to check what you have done.” “But dad. I am your son-in-law. What will people say when they find out that I am working as a janitor?” Brian Grant asked as he gritted his teeth, he was so furious.