One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure Novels & Stories

I shift uncomfortably in my chair. Why come back? Why cause this chaos?… Why the rush? When I can’t come up with anything, I throw on headphones and switch on the tv. An old movie is on. Something about an archeologist who is trying to protect a treasure island from a wealthy business man who is driven by greed. I leave it on because it is intriguing. Thirty minutes later the movie comes to an end. The desperation of the greedy businessman drove him to his death. The famed relic that was hidden on the treasure island turned out to be a metaphor for something not even worth anything.

“Pick one of those antiques, and we’ll call it even. Or don’t, and I won’t be so friendly next time.” Jean’s temper flared. “You think I’m an idiot? Anyone could see that pile is trash! Do you believe I won’t call someone to tear this place apart?” She wasn’t blind—anything valuable in Treasure Hall was locked in glass cases, while this pile was clearly just junk. Dominic was really trying to settle her two million dollars with garbage. Dominic, unfazed, sneered. “As if I’d let you threaten me. Go ahead, call whoever you want!”

as I searched left and right in a slow circle for the gates, the driveway, and the mansion that had seemed so real only minutes earlier. My breathing became uneven as I stumbled toward the refuse dump, ignoring the foul stench and the flies swarming around my face. Onlookers stopped to watch as I dropped to my knees and began throwing bags of rubbish aside with both hands, screaming, “move! move! you’re covering it, it’s here, i know it’s here.” Digging through broken bottles, spoiled food, torn clothing, rusted metal, and shattered plastic, I barely noticed the sharp edges slicing into my bleeding fingers or the dirt working its way beneath my nails.

Dad fought to hold himself together, but every time he shut his eyes, the image of my bloody note appeared. Later that night, I saw him slip out of bed. I followed after him. He walked straight to the dumpster by the curb. I blinked in confusion. Dad hadn't brought anything to throw away. Before I could make sense of it, he climbed into the dumpster. I stared in disbelief. He was searching through the rubbish. He picked up a torn stuffed bear, brushed it off like it was something special, and then grabbed old newspapers and crushed boxes. Everything he used to despise now looked like treasure to him.

where was that thing? Vivian reached into the pockets of the two men. "Ah here it is!" It's a good thing they weren't lying, people who go to strange places to have fun usually have quite a lot of money Vivian put the money in her pocket and took the other man's money. After she was done, she threw the wallet into the trashcan and patted her shirt as it was dirty from sitting on the ground. "Okee now that's I'm done, I'll just gonna... AAAAAAAA HELP."

The man said. “There are no treasures there that are worth any gold there. Our tribe has no jewels and precious materials for you to plunder.” John adds. “Oh but the treasure we seek is not something we pocket. It is something we need to see!” the man yells and there is another arrow that flies thru. It almost hits Ingrid but William manages to catch it before it hits her.

“Mr. Wilborne” “Treasure, what are you doing here? I never thought that you will do this kind of work, if I have known I would had offered you some money” “ Eww, that is gross Mr. Willborne I don’t do this kind of work, I clean the rooms. For you to even think that I will do this, and also offer me money you are despicable” I said walking pass him, before I could leave out “Treasure, please don’t tell anyone about this especially Alana”

“And the body?” “He took a landmine to the face. I don’t know, Aleksei. Figure it out. Have Jerry do it. The kid loves making up stories.” Chuckling, he took out a cigarette and lit one for himself. “It really does stink out here.” “It’s amazing what you find in people’s garbage. Dirty secrets that they would throw in the trash thinking that it’s safe.” I stomped out my lite. “Finish that and let’s go. I need a new shirt before I pick up Rosaria.”

He just leaned back in his chair with his elbows on the armrests, staring at the folder. He knew these men weren't amateurs. They were the best in the business, the kind of people who could find someone even if they were buried under a new identity on the other side of the world. If they said there was nothing, it meant they had already torn apart every corner of the earth trying. The second man opened the briefcase and pulled out a single photo, creased at the edges from years of handling. He placed it carefully on the desk in front of Norman.

I say absentmindedly, “Verdant is beautiful.” The old man hummed at me, leaning against his steering stick, “'mm, ye could say that there but no one would agree with ye. It be not a shame that there we be covered by mist. It be a blessin' in disguise! Verdant's a 'idden gold mine.” “What do you mean by that?” Auster asked, giving me a small nod. I immediately understood what he was trying to do. “Do you mean there’s treasure here that you wanted to hide from the rest of the world?”