Mineta X Trash Novels & Stories

Minnie said “ It feels weird speaking but I have to. Right. It's my turn. I heard about her. Her cuteness, smartness, niceness. She was the beauty with brain including good morals and manners and I wanted, badly to meet the Royal Model Manager Mira” Phoebe said and they all chuckled. “ And may her gentle continue to Rest In Peace” I said and Silence followed. Jace broke the silence by rushing to the trashcan. “ I was really hoping and praying you girls would eat this. It took our sweat and blood to put it together” Jace said and Minnie stomach mumbled.

I've always hated makeup and basically everything most girls like. "You look perfect" Beth sighs happily "I know right" Brit agrees. "I look like unicorn poop" I groan. Beth rolls her eyes, Brit bends over in laughter. "So, what next, your Majesties?" I ask sardonically. "Well, your lifts here" Brit skips happily out my room. I close my eyes, take a deep, long relaxing breath and move to follow. "Um, are you just gonna leave me here?" Beth scowls at me "Of course not" I say with the fakest smile as I pick up the Mac-book.

She didn’t reply as she continued tying up the gauze. “Then you must also know I don’t forgive criminals, Aeden. And you are just as much of a criminal in my eyes as anyone else. I might have said yes but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive you for what you did to me.” She replied nonchalantly as she picked up all of the things and put them back in the box and picked up some cotton and other trash with her other hand. She stood up and walked to the bathroom and placed the kit back and discard the cotton and extra gauze, which she cut in the trash can.

“I’ll go home and work from there.” “Good,” Renee said. She covered her mouth with her hand and took a step back. “Take your trash with you. It’s gross.” Kat opened her eyes and stared at the trash can. She knew she should do something about it, but the little energy she had was quickly disappearing. It was as if someone were siphoning it all off. “Seriously?” Renee scoffed as Kat just stared at the trash. “It’s a good thing that I’m such a good friend.”

It looked more medieval than modern and it smelled of tanned cowhide. “I’ve used similar kits, but this is brand new. I don’t share toys between girls. There’s too much of a health risk.” He opened the lid slowly, watching her eyes for her reaction as he removed the top tray, to reveal a second one hiding beneath. She looked at the many objects neatly organized, within the dark purple velvet lining, and frowned.

The neon green cup with the cat in the center sits on the edge of my kitchen counter. Right below it on the floor, my trash can waits. It will take one quick flick of my hand to send the cheap souvenir container over into the bin. Then it's a simple tie job before I walk the bag to the trash and throw away a piece of Trey. I should do it.

I yearned to know if she thought I was useless—just dead weight dragging her down… However, I didn’t want to make a scene, and I didn’t want to drag an uninvolved man into the mess of my marriage. I turned to leave and accidentally knocked over a nearby trash can. Clang! The loud crash made both of them turn at the same time. Our eyes met. The burrito wrapper slipped from Alisha’s hand and dropped lazily to the ground. "Kayden?" The embarrassment of being caught hit me all at once. I wanted to disappear into the pavement. Nevertheless, I straightened up anyway, forcing a calm smile. "What a coincidence, babe. You two… talking business?"

His voice is firm yet gentle, filled with genuine care. “Cassian, I’ll be okay. I promise,” I reassure him, feeling the tension slowly goes away. “I already feel lighter. The Xanax is kicking in.” We head downstairs, where a sleek black limo is waiting at the curb. The drive to the event is quick, made soothing by the soft, melodic tones of Sabrina Claudio playing in the background. It’s calming, a perfect contrast to the whirlwind of emotions building inside me.

with the weary conviction of someone who has been personally victimized by spare bedding. No one questions hall cupboard trauma. The cashier scans six plastic tubs, duct tape, bin bags, zip ties, antibacterial wipes, and a packet of chocolate biscuits. "Big clean-out?" she asks. "Moving my life toward minimalism." Technically true. Eventually, everyone's life is going to become extremely minimal. Possibly down to a backpack and unresolved emotional damage.

The Trash Bin was a graveyard of broken dreams. Everywhere I looked, there were mountains of crumpled paper and discarded ideas. The sky was a flat, dull gray, like a computer screen that had been turned off. I held Elle close to me, her small hands trembling against my waist.