Don't Throw It Out Novels & Stories

“So, what are you going to do with it?” “I will throw it away.” Liam said quickly. He had no choice but to throw it away at this point, nothing was more important than the safety and well-being of his family, and so if the ring was the cause of all these threats to his family , if had to go. Liam had made up his mind that he was going to let go of the ring. Yet, a lingering worry bothered him, aware that disposing of the ring might not guarantee it would stay out of the wrong hands. What if someone with bad intentions got their hands on it? Liam couldn't help worrying.

“He did.” “Yes, but how dare I look like he has?” She finally did smile darkly, purple scar shining in the sunset. “You should write that letter.” He sat stiffly, cross-legged on the floor with an encouraging smile. “Write it, and every time you have something you want to say to him write that, too, until one day you have nothing else to say.” “And send it?” “Throw it out.” He shook his head, shrugging. She took a careful sip from the tea. “Don’t even give it the dignity of a funeral by burning it. Let it decompose in landfill with rotten trash.”

Deimon asked, voice tight, controlled by sheer will alone. "Not at all. I just told you it wasn't." Romulus replied, patient as ever, as though explaining something to a slow child. "But finding reason to reclaim her — that's the wrong part. What's been cast away stays cast away. Just because a coat you threw out turns out to have gold thread stitched into the lining doesn't mean it's worth digging out of the trash heap and wearing again." "Romulus—"

"The key to what." "Genuinely don't know." "Throw it away." "What if it's important?" "If you don't know what it opens, it's not important." I looked at the drawer. "Throw it away." He threw it away. Second drawer. "Batteries. Tape. A screwdriver that shouldn't be in the kitchen." He moved it. "Takeout menus again." "You have a takeout menu problem." "I collect them without intention." "Throw them out. You order on the app."

When I go to Kyoto next time, I will visit you. Mrs. Han said, "Keep the things you want to keep, just throw away the ones you don't want. They are not valuable things, how could we possibly take back what’s been given?" Now Chelsea couldn’t say anything to refuse anymore. No matter what, she couldn't possibly throw it away, so she had to say, "Thank you for your generosity." The old couple thought to themselves, ‘This is just the beginning. After not seeing our little granddaughter for over twenty years, we want to give her everything we have, all the best things at once.’

But I hated that it still felt like a power play, even when I was the one walking away. “Still trying to fix what doesn’t matter?” Zane’s voice was low behind me. I didn’t notice when he crept to me. I swiveled around. “Some of us don’t throw away things just because they’re inconvenient.” His mouth twitched. It took a while before he spoke. “Sometimes it’s better to. Leave things as it is, that is.” His voice was rich in underlying meaning. I froze.

“I know you can just buy another one after throwing it, but it’s troublesome.” Sophie dropped the idea but was still angry. “I have had enough.”

I shouted at them. “ I think we should forget all this and start over. A fresh start with no lies or deceit.” Trent said. “ Yeah, because what you think is what really matters right. The king of the school has said the matter is over so the matter is over. Newsflash Trent Ashford, Daphne Viola James has zero fucks to give.” “ I am sorry. We all really are. But..” Hannah said. “ It doesn’t matter now. I don’t care. If you want forgiveness, yeah, okay fine. I don’t believe in grudges but nothing can go back to the way it all was before.” I moved toward the door which was firmly blocked by Trent.

Only when it's thrown away do you realize you want to pick it back up. "That's your problem now," I said without looking at him again. "It has nothing to do with me."

"It's just a pile of trash. If it's gone, just forget about it." Adriana murmured a soft "Mm," offering no protest. To Chris, her belongings were nothing significant. Her expression was calm, unreadable. Seeing her seem at peace, he softened his tone. "The New Year's almost here. Throw away all the useless old things and make room for new ones."