Classic Trash Novels & Stories

My fridge had a half-empty jar of pickles and a yogurt that had already expired. I took my shower and dressed up, heading to Bar Solace. * * * The bar was in the nice part of town. I stood outside for a full minute just looking at the sign. It was in gold letters on black, classy as fuck, and I tried not to think about how Cole once made me clean a vomit puddle with my bare hands because "rags are for pussies." I walked in with one mindset. Avoid Sebastian, talk to the manager, apply, and leave. Simple.

I tossed the trash bag with more force than necessary, the plastic splitting and spilling its guts onto the asphalt. "Well, well," I drawled, propping a hand on my hip, putting on a bravado I didn't fully feel. "Lost, old man? The retirement home's that way." He didn't smile. He never smiles. He just pushed off the car, and the air got thick, like before a storm. He took two slow strides forward, closing the distance without seeming to even move fast. "You have a unique way of dealing with patrons," he said, his voice a sweet, deep baritone. "The eye-rolling. The muttered insults under your breath when you thought I couldn't hear."

"Can we please start over?" I looked at his fake, desperate face and felt nothing but disgust. Calmly, I asked, "Hey, Liam. Do you know anything about sorting garbage?" He was caught off guard. "What?" I pointed at him. "You… are the hazardous waste I threw out. I have a bit of an obsession with cleanliness. Once I throw something away, I never pick it up again." His expression shifted from pleading to shame and anger. He wanted to say more, but I turned and walked away, leaving my bodyguards to stop him behind me.

“And I want you to stop calling me that.” “Oh, please,” Sasha laughed the words out and continued to chew her bubble gum. “Listen here, let me teach you something that you may never learn in school. The thing about trash is that whatever you do to it, it remains trash. You can paint it nicely or put it in another bag; you can dress it up in expensive stuff and even put perfume on it, but it would always be freaking trash.”

Okay then, I guess it wasn't the usual college party. I quickly went into Cathy's room, took the quickest shower ever known to man, and put on the dress Blake got for me. It was a spaghetti strap silver satin dress that sat in the middle of my thighs. It had a low neckline and showed a bit of my breasts, but not so much to make it look slutty. It was the perfect combination of elegance and sexy and I was so rocking it. My makeup was quick and simple and I took another look at myself before stepping out of the room, the entire crowd wowing at the sight of me. I thought of it as them just being nice.

Raucous laughter erupted among the crowd. "Why are you still being so stubborn, Justin?" Hunter sneered. "Even your girlfriend belongs to me now. You're truly nothing more than a piece of trash after you lost the support of your family." Justin's patience snapped upon hearing Hunter's words, though no one could discern which insult was the one that pushed Justin over the edge. He cursed aloud before driving his fist into Hunter's face. "Fuck! How dare you hit me? Teach him a lesson he won't forget!" Many of Hunter's lackeys leaped in and joined the fray upon hearing his orders.

from Victor Vance's son. I scoffed softly. An elegant, amused chuckle escaped my lips. Instead of feeling threatened, I found it highly entertaining. I pulled a silk pocket square from my chest pocket, using it to pinch the edge of the invitation so the filth wouldn't stain my hands, and dropped it casually into the trash can beneath my desk. "He thinks cheap bluffs like this can intimidate me?" I murmured coldly, my eyes glancing dismissively at the trash bin. "How old is he? Fifteen? Absolutely childish."

"With me at the table today, winning's a sure thing! I'm basically a lucky charm. Who'd pass that up?" Regina Wade said, gazing at everyone confidently. In that instant, I realized I had been reborn! In my previous life, Regina kept claiming she was a lucky charm. Everyone who took her advice and joined the bet struck it rich. But I was the only one who lost everything. I thought once I paid off my gambling debts, it would be over, but things only got worse.

However, I had a habit of recording every moment of the rehearsal, documenting each detail of the bride and groom’s wedding rehearsal day. So, I let her rage. Go ahead, destroy everything. It was all my company's property, and every single item she broke would have to be repaid—down to the last cent. When she caught sight of my smirk, her face contorted in a mixture of rage and disbelief. "Why are you laughing? How dare you laugh!" I chuckled, pointing toward the carefully boxed wedding gown at the edge of the stage. "I'm laughing because after trashing all that, you still missed the most important thing. As long as the wedding dress is intact, the ceremony can still go on."

"Who do you think you are, coming onto my turf and pulling this nonsense!" I pulled Walt behind me and got right in her face. "This is my man. He's not for sale at any price. Take your filthy money and get out!" Vivian had clearly never been spoken to like that in her life. She let out a shriek and snapped her fingers at her servants. They overturned my entire stall in one go. Cuts of meat scattered across the ground, rolling through the mud and the rotting vegetable scraps. I stared at the meat scattered across the ground and felt my eyes sting.