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

They stepped inside, holding up their torchlights, only to be met with a room filled with garbage. The stench was unbearable, thick and suffocating. Amidst the filth lay a worn-out, grimy mat—it had been my bed. The only possession I had was a tattered doll I'd brought from home. The doll stood out in the squalor. Its age was apparent; the fabric was faded and patched in several places. Yet, it was clear the doll had once been cherished, lovingly repaired by its owner.

But I can guess he's old. "Who are you? What did you come here for?" he asked suspiciously. "Hi! I'm here to find stuff. My work tools got thrown in this dump, so I came here to find them. Can you show me where today's trash is located? ?" I just wanted to say that. The man said an "oh" sound. It could be more surprising. Many people must lose their things and often come here to find their items. He pointed to a garbage dump near the gate and said, "It's there."

He lowered his head and followed. When we passed a trash can on the way back, I suddenly stopped. I dug into my pocket and pulled out a coin he’d left on the table that morning—an old-minted piece, a bat stamped on one side. Currency from his era, kept as a keepsake. I tossed it in the trash. “Why’d you even keep that thing?” I said. “You can’t spend it.” He said nothing. He walked to the trash can, reached in with his bare hand, and fished through vegetable scraps and fruit peels until he found it. He wiped it on the hem of his coat and put it back in his pocket.

She ran to him, smiling and holding out the pebbles she had collected. “Mark, they're so beautiful! Another man would have said: “no, you are beautiful”. Instead, he looked down at the attempt to regain composure as he concentrated on her pebbles. He had been there before, for the history and processes that had transformed a garbage dump on that unusual beach attracted his scientist's curiosity. At the However, he had never stopped to think about the beauty of shards of glass. Now, he studied the handful of pebbles: shiny and sparkling in the sun, shards of glass

Later, he still felt that it took up space, so he threw it into the trash can. As a result, it was picked up by someone. After they cut it in the middle, they discovered that it was a rare treasure and was priceless. In this case, can he still get this jade back? The old lady looked at her grandson and felt that the child's mentality had changed. In the past, he was not willing to listen to what she said, but whenever Suzan was mentioned, he felt uncomfortable.

"She dumped me. And you... want to pick up the trash she threw away?" Cassandra's breath hitched. The wrinkles on her forehead deepened, creating creases that made her elegant face look terrifying. "Who said you're trash?! You're not trash! You and that girl weren't compatible from the start!" Marco chuckled. "Well, some say someone else's trash is someone else's diamond. I guess... I'm your diamond, huh?"

God willing. THE END Thank you all for reading my book Lost Treasure till the end. I think what to learn from this story is that, love, respect, appreciate and celebrate your loved ones when they are still alive. Never take anyone who truly loves you for granted. Be conscious of these facts, life is short and remember in anything you do, make sure you are at peace with God. Thank you all, God bless you for reading. I will wait to see your reviews and feedback. I love you all By the author::Bricelegend Nducho Completed on 1st of December 2021

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.

“So no one disturbs my beauty sleep.. no talking until I have my morning coffee .. scare off anyone and everyone who dares to disturb my peace or try to enter the premises of our castle and equal contribution in cleaning and that introvert man guarding treasure stays downstairs coz I don’t like awkward conversations and most of all access to half of treasure without any more bullshit” I stated my conditions. The hallway goes silent while the ghost reads your clauses. He reaches the final line: “Access to half the treasure without any more bullshit.” He looks up. “...What is ‘bullshit’?” Me: “You don't need to know. Just sign.” He signs. From downstairs, the other ghost yells: “I OBJECT!” I s

It was the reason why I kept showing off the jewelry that Justin gave me on my social media account. "Let's have a chat at that cafe." I wasn't sure why, but I ended up following the man to the cafe. He made an offer that I couldn't refuse. The amount of money involved would be enough for me to live a life of luxury and comfort for the rest of my days. Instead of depending on something as fickle as love, I thought that it was better for me to control my own wealth with my own hands. I swallowed and made my decision. "Okay."