Don't Throw It Out Novels & Stories

“Don’t even think about it!” BOOOOOMMM…

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.

"Sshhh.. Don't shout if you don't want to get hurt." _______

“Don’t do that again.” “You have my word.”

“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).

Things cannot get messier. Fuck. Me.

Who or what was that? "Throw her into the cellar!"

Never mind! --

Nobody helped them. Now that she can do something, she will not just stand by and do nothing. She will deliver justice if no one would. Enough with letting the bad guys win. Enough with turning a blind eye. Monsters need to pay. They need to die. ------------------ Batholomew was on his way home when he received a phone call. He was driving, and he was not supposed to use his phone, but it kept ringing. He thought it was important, so he picked it up.