Mineta X Trash Can Novels & Stories

But I did. He's still letting my words sink in when I turn, and head out the door with Jenaya trying to keep up pace. Outside, I spot a trashcan along the corridor. I stop, take the bag off Jenaya, walk over to the bin, and toss it in.

at home. "We go deep." She pointed to a grate in the floor. The metal was rusted almost solid, weeping orange oxidation into the stone. "The sewers?" Viggo wrinkled his nose, his upper lip curling to expose a flash of fang. "It smells like death." "It smells like freedom," Neoma corrected. Her voice was flat, pragmatic. "This system drains into the old reclamation plant. It dumps out in the Dregs. It's the only way out that isn't watched."

I went straight to my office in search of the box of chocolate which I already trashed. The Janitor already cleared my trash can. I quickly hurried to the hallway in search of the janitor. I found him taking the trash can from the hall. I quickly called out to him and rushed over to him. “Do you need anything miss Monalisa? The Janitor asked. “Uh yes. You already cleared the trash can in my office right? “Yes. Any problem? “Uhmm…I mistakenly discarded a box of chocolate thinking it’s empty. Actually, I need to take it to someone who it belongs to. Can you help me look for it?

- Come on, Lina. - Hold on. - I say suddenly. - What about the body? My moon goddess... it's a lot to process. - Here's what we're going to do - Samia runs her hands over her head, thoughtfully. - I'm sure that somewhere in the warehouse there must be some metal garbage cans. - So... we're going to put the body in a garbage can? - I ask, my eyes widening.

I was planning to ride out those last days in peace, detached and unbothered, but no—Betty just had to bring the drama. She shattered my dad's urn. The ashes spilled everywhere, but it wasn't enough for her. Nope. Her cat strutted in, did its business right on the remains, and Betty? She had the audacity to grin. "Daphne, look! The ashes make great litter for my cat!" And just like that, all the grief, the rage, everything I'd been holding back exploded. I just grabbed the baseball bat behind the door and swung. The crack of impact was satisfying, but Betty's scream? Even better. She stumbled back, pale as a ghost, scrambling to get away.

As I entered the kitchen and pulled the popcorn out, I realized the trash needed to be taken out, "Dime!" I shouted to her "Can you make the popcorn? I need to take the trash out," I asked as I grabbed the trash "Ok," Dime answered as she entered the kitchen "Thanks," I said as I walked out of the kitchen with the trash. I was walking down to the community trash bin when I noticed a bike sitting near my truck, a bike I didn't recognize; I walked over to the bike to see if I could find the owner but I had no luck, so I went back to the community trash bin to throw away my trash,

This shortcut—through the woods behind the Commons Trailer Park—was quicker. But smellier, way smellier. The air reeked of bad milk and old piss. Mounds of bulging white plastic bags dotted the ground, some split open like alien egg sacs, spilling out their moldy contents: greasy food wrappers, rusted and slimy tin cans, diapers and other junk dissolved into unknown gray mush. Enough to make anyone blow chunks if they stuck around long enough. “Gee-zus. Stinks here. Why we doin this anyway? What’s the deal?”

"Hey, if you're looking for a used sedan or something, Hazel, this isn't the spot. They don't even keep anything under six figures on this floor. You might want to try the scrap yards down the highway." Hazel’s hands clenched into tight fists at her sides. The familiar, toxic sting of their old college bullying flared up in her chest, threatening to pull her back to a time when she had no choice but to take their insults. But just as she was about to swallow her pride and force out a professional, detached response to keep the peace, Maxwell stepped up right beside her.

Until someone showed me the way to the canteen. Along the corridor he kept opening the trash cans and he only found them empty because the cleaning staff had taken them to the shelter. Some of the young men who accompanied him came out to follow Mitchel. At that time, he headed for the first floor and saw a middle-aged janitor pushing a cart. Immediately Mitchel pushed the old man down and his head m then he began to approach the trash that made him drooling. Coincidentally, the trash he saw now contained special non-medical waste. So what was there was leftover food, packaging and even diapers for both adults and children.

"Do you want to take a look?" The minty scent on him grew even stronger, and my face heated up unwittingly. Without waiting for my answer, he unlocked the screen himself. Jared's message appeared brazenly in the empty chat window. "Gabby, my wedding will be at Bellat Hotel. If you're willing, you can come be a bridesmaid. As long as you know your boundaries, we can still be like before." I recognized every single word in the message, but I couldn't fathom how Jared had managed to string them together into something so shameless.