Don't Throw It Out Novels & Stories

"Sir, what about these items..." "Throw them away," I waved tiredly, watching as thousands of dollars worth of gifts went into garbage bags. "If she doesn't want them, what's the point?"

I should just buy new things’ Of course people like is different, we don’t throw things without thinking that they might be can still be used, that they can be recycled. “Yeah, did you see it.” “I threw that away, it’s old and I can see that the zipper is broken. I can buy you a new one anyway--“ I clenched my fist while staring at him. I couldn’t help but raise my palm and slap him. “What the hell!! Why did you slap me!??” I shouted at him too because of anger.

Everything gets thrown away? I’d rather have nothing to throw. I’d rather live without him than know that one day the past will catch up with us and we’ll lose it all.

They were too personal for him to be reading or for someone to give him. Dangerous or not, Trent decided that the right thing to do was to throw them away. As soon as he got home, he tossed them in the empty trash can. Determined to go about his day, he went to take a shower and then started dinner. However, his eyes kept drifting to the trash can. No, he told himself. He was not going to read any more of them. When he finished, he did some work around the house and watched some T.V.

Without a second thought, he decisively crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it out the window. “What is this? “It’s all wrong! “Stop wasting everyone’s time! “Leave this place at once!”

A second later, she returned her eyes on her, only to utter the most shocking words she had ever said. “I threw them out. No one deserves it, Georgia. Even us, nor your father, who found it. It belongs to no one.” Gemini remarked. That was when Simon’s voice played in Georgia’s head. Damn right, Simon mentioned that her mother disposed of it. It was meant in a literal sense.

He assents then before I can suggest anything, he tosses the material with the expertise of a skilled basketball player right into the open trash can a few feet away from our table. My eyes widen. “Why did you do that!?” I give him an aghast look. He shrugs, then takes a sip of his black coffee. “You said I shouldn’t have it around our eating table” I rub my palm over my forehead, it’s barely noon and I think I’m having a dire headache already. “I didn’t mean to throw it away, I meant… maybe put it back in your pocket and take it back to your hotel room. Maybe the poor girl who left it there will come back searching for it” Silently, I add, I am the poor girl and I definitely would’ve gone b

“Oh my God, is this his hoodie?” I looked at the gray Columbia hoodie she was holding. Nathan had left it here months ago. I’d worn it sometimes when I was cold. “Yeah,” I said quietly. “But that’s a perfectly good hoodie, there’s no reason to throw it out.” “Trash or donate?” Judy asked like she didn’t hear me. “Donate,” I said. “Someone else can use it.” “Good call.” She tossed it into a bag. “What else?” We spent the next hour going through my apartment like archaeologists digging up stuff. Nathan’s toothbrush (trash). The mug he always used (donate). Photos of us together (I couldn’t throw them away, so I put them in a box in the closet).

"Mommy, if you don't like it, then it's just some trash. Trash must be thrown into the trash can, don't you think so?" Hailey looked at Asher, walked over, vent down and picked up the pink diamond necklace. Oy the President of Coke's corporation could afford to throw away a necklace which cost around a million dollars at his wishes. If she did not like it, then it would be labeled as nothing but trash. What was the logic behind it? She threw the necklace into Asher's arms, "Throw it outside. Don't throw it into my trash can" She turned around at Zane and said, "Zaney, hurry up and take out the cutlery. Dinner is ready!"

“You didn’t have to throw the whole shirt away. We could have washed it.” “I have others.” His voice is still gruff. He doesn’t seem mad though. I wonder what’s up with him. Sometimes he’s really hard to read. When he finishes cleaning himself, he throws the washcloth away too. I mourn it a moment. Such a waste. Just because they have the money to easily replace these things doesn’t mean they should just through things away willy nilly. It’s just going to go sit in a trash heap now. Somehow I doubt explaining any of that to Neil would make much of a difference, like talking to a brick wall. The brothers are set in their terrible ways.