Classic Trash Novels & Stories

After over two decades of living, I finally met someone who dared to act cocky before me. Amused, I tilted my head and asked calmly, "What did you want me to say? I didn't hear you the first time." "Great. You're deaf, too. Listen carefully, alright? 'I'm a useless bitch!' See? It's not that hard." I burst into laughter. "Okay. I heard you loud and clear now. Since you're a useless bitch, why don't you just step aside and be where you need to be? You're in my way."

The clean hallway outside our home had turned into a disgusting garbage dump covered in buzzing flies. There was a designated trash area in the neighborhood, and everyone here had lived together for over a decade. There was no way people didn’t know where garbage was supposed to go. Anthony immediately exploded in anger. “Who did this? Throwing trash in front of someone else’s door like this, do you people have no shame?” Someone nearby muttered under their breath, “It’s still nothing compared to being the other man.” Anthony immediately lost it, grabbing the speaker by the collar. “What did you just say? I’m telling you right now, Anthony is not an adulterer! The real adulterer is that fake

I let out a cold laugh. *** Back then—New Year's Party. Alfred's company threw a big celebration. Vivian showed up, dripping in designer, her makeup flawless. A few employees whispered, curious about what I looked like. Alfred took a sip of whiskey and smirked. "Nothing to be curious about. She's just an old, fat cow—nothing compared to Vivian." Vivian clung to his arm, giggling. "Mr. Johnston, show us a picture, won't you?"

The neighbor next door, Craig Hooper, cried out, "Oh my god, who left something so expensive out here? I almost stepped on it. If I had broken any of this, I couldn't afford to pay for it!" Since I hadn't fully closed the door behind me, Craig pushed it open as he finished speaking. "Are those things outside yours?" I nodded. "Yes, Craig. I'll take them away in a moment." Craig sighed in relief. "Jeremiah, even if you're rich, you can't just leave things lying around like this. The aged whiskey, the truffles, and that diamond bracelet—none of them are cheap. By a rough estimate, you're already looking at well over a million dollars. How could you just leave them by the door?

With him, I'm willing to give a piece of myself up, let him help me figure out who's hiding under everything she's tried to cover up for so long. Paper after paper goes into the trash bag that I'm going to run by the shredder we use where I work. I don't even know why he's kept most of this stuff. My goal today is to get the desk completely clean. It's a great desk, but it does nothing for Trick, and it looks nothing like him either. I have a plan, but it'll only work if he agrees.

I slapped Tricia hard across the face, every ounce of hatred from both this life and the last behind it. "It took you long enough to figure things out." That was right. I was the one who switched the rubbers. After learning that Harry was a frequent customer at brothels, I had my private investigator go to great lengths to retrieve a used rubber of his. It was carefully preserved with heat-retention methods and brought back to my house. Then I deliberately got affectionate with Jayden, making sure Tricia walked in on us. After that, I tossed the used rubber into the trash, right where she could find it.

"Jethro, I don't want to die. I want to keep this child. I want to marry you and grow old with you. We will never be apart." But when he left me at the wedding, those words died in my throat. He gave a small smile and reached for the bag at his feet, searching for something. Finally, he pulled out three faded cards. He looked at me and slowly held the cards up to my face. The first one read, [No Anger Coupon.] "You gave me this for my 24th birthday," he said. "You said if I ever made you angry or we had a fight, I could use this coupon."

"We have no real bond. If you want to talk about bonds, I admire the connection between you and Lisa—the perfect 'fostered' setup. I'll be rooting for you two!" I turned and walked to my car. I fired the company security guard on the spot. I also decreed that from now on, all trash bins in the company would be transparent—I refused to let outside garbage sneak in again. Alistair never made it in again, though he only sank lower. He posted public apologies online, knelt outside our company begging for forgiveness. Lisa tried desperately to drag him away, but he shoved her violently. She fell to the ground and bled immediately.

A backstabbing ingrate! Another crisp smack echoed harshly in the empty hall. The other side of Jim's face quickly swelled up. I didn't look at him again. My icy gaze passed right through him and landed directly on Anne, who was cowering behind him. I walked up to her slowly and looked down at her. As I loomed over her, I smirked coldly. My voice was gentle as I said, "How kind-hearted you are, Annie. You can even happily pick up the trash that I, Cecilia Forrest, throw away. Not only that, you've even managed to create a 'miracle of love' with it."

] [Canceling all my billion-dollar deals to make sure I'm at the wedding in three months! Then Betty swooped in: [Everyone, please don't misunderstand. This isn't Henry's wedding house—it's mine.] And just like that, the comment section flatlined. Breaking the awkward silence, I dropped my own mic: [This third-wheel game isn't for me. I'm out. Best wishes to you both.] No waiting for likes or angry replies—I deleted Henry and Betty faster than a bad selfie. A few minutes later, Henry called. "Daphne, haven't you had enough?" he practically screamed.