Mineta X Trash Can Novels & Stories

Reward: 875 cubic feet! Ding! [Trash can detected, worth 3 dollars.] In about ten minutes, Hayley grabbed everything from shoes, hats, and clothes to pots, pans, pens, cups, trash bins, storage boxes, photo albums, nail clippers, and even larger stuff like tables, chairs, beds, and cabinets. Even the rotten apples Lucy had brought today got tossed into the pile. Ding! [Five pounds of rotten apples detected, worth 0.50 dollars.] Hayley spat. What disgusting liars!

At that moment, a dumpster truck stopped right behind Tiffany and picked up the trash can in front of the shop to take out the trash. Charlotte smirked. She grabbed Tiffany’s arm and threw her over her shoulder with all her might. “ARGH!” Frail, delicate Tiffany only weighed around 48 kilos. She screamed as Charlotte tossed her into the trash can as it was being picked up with a loud crash. “ARGH… UGH!” The garbage gagged Tiffany’s mouth. The garbage truck’s mechanical arms flipped the trash can, tossing Tiffany into the truck full of trash. Tiffany was now foul and filthy thanks to the variety of trash, both dry and wet, as if she had fallen into a cesspool.

One was deep and booming, easily commanding the attention of the others, who murmured anxiously in response. As we passed rows and rows of metal shelves, nearly all of them empty apart from a few moldy boxes, I scoured our surroundings, trying to glean what information I could about this place. “Looks like it was some kind of make-up warehouse.” Tristan said gruffly, his eyes darting towards the ground. “See all the trash?” Sure enough, there were flattened boxes belonging to various brands of make-up. I recognized a few, having owned some myself, though the packaging we walked on looked to be a couple years old.

There was a lot of mouldy cardboard, bottles, torn plastic cups and beer cans strewn about. Suddenly Rain stopped. She focused on one of the piles of trash. Up close, they looked like... "Bone!" said Jace flatly. "Don't worry, it's definitely not a human bone. Many wild animals might die for their food. Don't look too closely. If you're passing through the werewolf trash, it's rarely a beautiful sight. They should live in the forest and eat their prey there. But hey, this is downtown! Of course, they prey on the smaller wild animals."

"Deep Sump Auxiliary Station 4." She scrolled up, through the layers of the city. "Above us is the Rust Belt. It's the industrial graveyard. Factories, smelters, e-waste processing." She pointed to a cluster of yellow markers about two miles north of their position. "This is 'The Scrapyard'." Ren leaned in. "Intel?" "It's a massive processing center," Kara explained, her voice gaining confidence as she analyzed the data. "They take the trash from the upper city—broken droids, old servers, copper wire—and they strip it for parts. It's run by a local syndicate called the Ironhead Gang."

We walked to the back of the gym were the storage room was, and a second exit. He paused for a second and then pushed the exit door open. Right outside the doors sat a giant dumpster, with the gym logo on the side. He quickly walked over to it. “What is it? What are you doing?” He peered over the top of the tall metal container as if searching for something and then he quickly grabbed a trash bag from the heaping pile and threw it on the ground in front of me. I could smell her scent all over it. I ripped open the plastic quickly.

His boots squelched slightly on the moist ground as he approached the last of the industrial wastebins— oversized, sealed, and already overfilled. The worker grunted as he wheeled it toward the lift. With a heavy clank, the bin locked into place. Hydraulic arms hissed, hoisting it up. As it tipped, the contents spilled forward into the truck’s grinding compactor. Black bags. Food waste. Brokenglass. Slime-covered cardboard. And then— Blood. Dark, gelatinous clots slid from torn garbage bags. They slithered like oil across the metal chute, trailing entrails and

A backstabbing ingrate! Another crisp smack echoed harshly in the empty hall. The other side of Jim's face quickly swelled up. I didn't look at him again. My icy gaze passed right through him and landed directly on Anne, who was cowering behind him. I walked up to her slowly and looked down at her. As I loomed over her, I smirked coldly. My voice was gentle as I said, "How kind-hearted you are, Annie. You can even happily pick up the trash that I, Cecilia Forrest, throw away. Not only that, you've even managed to create a 'miracle of love' with it."

Those are mandatory places on my list to clean. The room we are going to be in is very messy. I need to do a lot of things to beautify this room. Now in my hands I have collected a lot of cardboard and plastic waste that I found in this house. Kane had bought some furniture before and it had a lot of cardboard and plastic that I needed to throw away after I took it apart. “Kane, where's the trash can? I want to throw all of this away.”

The banging was the lid of a trash can, however, and when Beth peered into the shadows cast by the large building over where the garbage receptacles were located, she could hardly believe her eyes. It was Halley, digging through one of the trash cans. Beth watched, her mouth hanging open but not making a sound, as she noticed Halley pull something out of the trash and slip it into the pocket of her jean shorts. Though Beth couldn’t tell what it was, she could see it was small, and it seemed to make a jingling noise when Beth first picked it up, like maybe she was purposely rattling whatever it was before she dusted her hands off and headed back to the house.