One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure Mga Nobela at Kwento

The foul smell of the garbage can didn’t even bother him lightly. When he went out of the trash can, he tripped, which made him fall into the bundle of papers. His self disappointed him, so he took a deep breath. He couldn’t understand why he was so weak. He chose the clothes he could bring mixed with the garbage, putting them in his spare bag. Most of his belongings broke into two pieces. The two men didn’t just throw them out. He could only bring a few of his clothes that fit his bag. There was one thing he didn’t forget to check. The money he hid in a lion's stuffy toy. The stuffed toy was hiding behind a box. He was thankful the two men had only cut the head. His money was safe inside it

There was a refuse room behind the garden at the Gordon family’s mansion. The workers would leave the trash there before they took it out to the entrance for the trash collector. I walked briskly. So, I did not know if the sound behind me was Zach following me or the sound of the wind. I did not care about that. I just wanted to get rid of these things today. They were once my treasures. I had acted like a fool. For many nights, I would quietly open my treasure box and smile at the items inside.

I believed every word he told me; opened my heart to him and he crushed it in his hands. “What? Girl don’t toss out the gifts! At the very least resell them. The man gave you diamonds! You could get big money from those gifts, which you can then put towards yourself and your family. Don’t stab yourself in the chest just to reach the person behind you,” she admonishes. “Huh?” I ask in confusion. “Don’t worry about it. The point is, by all means, get rid of those things if you want to remove all traces of him, but you might as well get something out of it.”

"If it wants to live, it deserves a chance to grow." Silence followed from behind, and I almost thought he had left. "Only the weak wait for chances to be given to them," the man said, his voice steady and tinged with indifference. After getting the cat to safety under an awning, I stood up, rain streaming down from my hair. "Should you ever find yourself in trouble, don't count on anyone to help you." No reply came. When I turned, all I saw was the back of a man getting into his car in the rain and a black umbrella dripping water on the corridor floor.

My face stayed blank as I tossed it straight into the trash. "That one was hand-knit by my mom. This piece of crap doesn't even come close." Elmer frowned when he saw the scarf in the bin, then sat down beside me. "I know. But the dead won't come back, Moira. What's gone is gone. Risa didn't mean any harm, and it was you who pissed her off first, wasn't it? Come on, don't be mad." He reached out like he always did, trying to pat my head.

“Nilah, you're Framing me. How dare you do something like this?!” I shrugged in response and smiled, “Director, I believe that everyone should know what to say and when to say it and this is exactly what you have done but you hid them. But if you don't want your dirty laundry to be shown to the public, the idea of taking things that don't belong to you shouldn't be acted on. Even though we all know that what you took is actually community trash, it still doesn't matter. Trash is still trash, once the use for something has passed what it's meant to be used for, it becomes trash. Be careful, director, so you won't catch diseases from the trash you're keeping.”

I said, deciding to press my luck, “do you have any more scrap I could have?” “Like what?” “Old nails, lumps of lead, wire, anything like that? Doesn’t have to be in good condition.” He didn’t look too keen on giving me any more handouts. “What about the stuff on the floor?” I pointed to a rusty iron nail wedged between the floorboards. He grimaced at the idea of me wanting trash, but shrugged and said, “Help yourself.” I got on my knees and quickly grabbed every little thing I could find before he changed his mind or his boss turned up. I pulled up the bottom of my shirt and put everything I found in the fold. Once I had picked the floor clean I stood up and thanked him.

At the end of the street, cleaners and trash collectors are working down, clearing the mess. Her gaze roams the stacks of trash.... .... and she breaks into a sunburst smile. Reclaiming them, she tries them for size. They're second-hand, abandoned and need new laces, but the shoes fit her. She can walk comfortably again. Fuck butterflies.... *****

That man continued. "That-" "Do you mean that this pearl isn't trash at all? It's a valuable treasure?" Everyone was stunned. Suddenly, all of them seemed to realize something. "Yes, it's possible!" That man nodded and said. The moment that was said, it was as if a bomb exploded on the spot! Seth in particular just bought a piece of trash for 215 million. He wondered how he would tell his family. Yet, it seemed like he had a chance to redeem himself. If that pearl was something valuable, then everything could be solved if he could buy that and present it to his family!

Even the workers closest to the piles wore thick masks and let machines handle the dirtiest jobs. When Henley told the landfill manager he was searching for a ring discarded over two weeks ago, the man looked at him like he was crazy. "Trash from half a month ago must be buried deep inside by now. There's no way you'll find it." He pointed to the middle of the landfill, where a mountain of garbage loomed. "Even if you could reach it, finding a tiny ring in there would be like searching for a needle in a haystack," the manager added. Henley didn't respond. He simply handed the man a thick stack of cash.