Anime Is Trash Novels & Stories

Jaden, Melissa, and I were walking through the school halls. It was already lunchtime so we decided to eat outside today. While we walked, Jaden and Melissa were talking about an anime called 'Seven deadly sins'. The anime is really good, and I hope for a second season, but for now, I'm just reading the manga. And let me tell you, the manga is AWESOME!!! Especially when Meliodis is a-, oops, almost spoiled it for you guys. But yeah, the anime is awesome; I totally recommend it for y'all.

Drumbob: YO THE TRASH KEEPS VIBRATING DUDES! Elecguit: WE CAN TALK YOU KNOW THAT! Then I hear them talk again. I sigh one last time. "I admire you, okay?" I said at my trash companion. "I mean, no homo, but you are a good artist. I love the fish song you did on your I*******m live. I am just not into pop, as you can see." I point at what I'm wearing. "Anyways. Toodles!" I saute before I jump up.

When our eyes met, she patted her belly like a trophy. I turned to leave. Another message popped up. [Are you fuming right now? Must be, huh? I mean, I'm pregnant, and you—you don't even have a uterus anymore. You'll never be a mother. So sad! Oh, and I heard women without a uterus age faster. Need me to recommend a good cosmetic doctor?] A lump formed in my throat, but I swallowed it down. I typed back. [Thanks! Wishing you twin boys this time, triplet boys next, and quadruplet boys after that. Hope you like chaos.]

Ethan stood before me with a wicked smile. "Are you seeing this, broke ass? You, your father, and your loser colleagues are nothing against me. I can crush them as easily as I crush you." I ground my teeth, glaring at him with utter reluctance and defiance. My vision swam with blood. I fought to break free but ultimately suffered a strike from the electric baton. Immediately, I collapsed to the ground like a deflated balloon. Due to the immense blood loss, I had long been deprived of any strength. I could see my vision blurring, my breath weakening.

They stepped inside, holding up their torchlights, only to be met with a room filled with garbage. The stench was unbearable, thick and suffocating. Amidst the filth lay a worn-out, grimy mat—it had been my bed. The only possession I had was a tattered doll I'd brought from home. The doll stood out in the squalor. Its age was apparent; the fabric was faded and patched in several places. Yet, it was clear the doll had once been cherished, lovingly repaired by its owner.

Ari falls off me in surprise, landing on Henson who lets out a high-pitched yelp that wouldn't be out of place in a Disney princess movie. "I HAVE A FEELING THAT IT'S GONNA BE ONE SHITTY ASS DAY," I continue, as Ari retaliates by tossing a pillow my way, her fiery hair a wild mess. Gotta love American Dad. I haven't watched it since I was younger, but I do remember it was funny. I also really liked the opening. I like most openings, especially anime openings. Like 'gurenge' from demon slayer or 'unravel' from Tokyo Ghoul. I'm not really an anime fan, I just really like their intro song openings. I don't understand a single word, but I like the melody and lyrics, whatever the hell they mean.

“Heeh. Classic Grimwine. Many young people have a distorted worldview nowadays, but you take it to a pathological level." “Wow, that's kind of mean, treating me like I'm diseased." I try to utter while making it look like I'm being playful, but I'm truely hurt. “You like manga and anime, right?” Mr. Lane changes the subject, ignoring my request for an explanation. “I guess..” “Why do you like them?” "Art style, music, storytelling..." "How's Attack On Titan going so far?" he asks. "I don't watch that.." I answer, while being dragged by Mr. Lane tight grip down the hallway.

18 years later …. Aira’s POV “Sneaking off somewhere ?” I smirked as I walked out of the shadows in the dark corner. “No Mom ! We were going to throw trash !!” Liars. “I don’t see the trash,” I deadpanned. Incorrigible Brats. “These two are trash, Mom,” my mischievous pups said as they pushed forward the “trash,” or rather two of their brothers who glared back at their brothers and sisters in return.

Tristan let out a loud, barking laugh, pointing a finger directly at the card. "A prop!" Tristan scoffed, his voice ringing out loud enough for the entire ballroom to hear. "You actually bought a prop!" He looked around the room, his arrogant smirk returning in full force as he tried to rally the crowd back to his side. "Do you see how pathetic this is? A fake black card! You can buy novelty metal cards like that on the internet for fifty bucks. Did you honestly think you could just drop a heavy piece of metal on the table and we'd actually believe you have five million dollars?"

[What kind of trash bag are you, holding so much garbage?] [Peacocks flaunt their tails to attract mates. What's your excuse for parading your ass online?] [Patricia Harris, why don't you just die?] [Slut, you're probably wild in private, right? That video's gone viral.] [Heard you're diseased. Stay home! Don't infect us!] I stared at my phone screen, the barrage of insults washing over me. Doctored memorial photos and grotesque AI-generated images assaulted my eyes.