Thrown Away Book Novels & Stories

Maybe he threw it away. But that's okay. I'll keep hoping. Am I stupid?, Why do I love him this much even though he might never care? Ethan's heart broke He threw it away, he thought. He threw away everything she ever gave him. He remembered the book. It was in the library, somewhere. He had seen it on his desk the morning of his birthday and tossed it aside without a second glance. He had been too busy, too blind to notice . He stood up. Walked to the library.

Thousands of abandoned books rested upon the silent sand. Some were half-buried. Others lay open, their pages completely blank. The woman whispered, "These are all unfinished stories..." The First Reader nodded. "Every story abandoned by its Author eventually arrives here." Adrian stepped onto the cold sand. The moment his foot touched the shore... every abandoned book trembled. One by one... their pages began turning. Not by wind. By recognition. A faint whisper rose from every direction. "Author..." "Please..." "Finish us..." Thousands of voices.

Remembering how this album of five years' worth of drawings almost got thrown out like trash by Susan and Esther, anger welled up in me, making my temples throb furiously. "Throw it away," Shelia didn't take it. "You've been drawing in this sketchbook for years. It must be important to you. How can you just throw it away?" I looked at her in shock. "It was important once. But not anymore. Just consider it practice sketches." Shelia said with a smile, but her smile held a polite distance. "Is there anything else? If not, I'll be going." I wanted to say more, but felt choked up. Watching her turn away, the dizziness from yesterday's accident hit me again. Just then, someone tapped me from behi

I wondered. “No—” He looked up and saw the book in my hands. He seemed to quickly understand and corrected, “I loan it to friends sometimes though.” I dropped the book and pressed the call button. The stewardess came and I said, “can you throw this out before we take off?” “Of course.” She took the book and walked away. I lifted my eyes to glare at Jacob who was watching me with mild concern. We were quiet until the plane roared to life and started forward.

Although I had no hope it would say anything I didn't already know, I flipped through the pages nevertheless. It took all but a few minutes to realize, I had been right. The book had nothing to offer. My search was still far from over, frustrated, I sighed flipping quickly through the pages. “You look like you’re about to rip that book in half.” I turned to see Zara leaning against a shelf, her arms crossed and a knowing smirk on her face. I hadn't heard her coming. “I just might,” I muttered, closing the book with a thud. “It’s a useless book, filled with lies and propaganda. Burning it would do it more justice.” letting my anger flow.

This was the one you chose out of all the books you could have left? I didn't waste any time reading the description because it was evident that this book was about lies; I gazed up at the ceiling, my eyes fluttering, before finally summoning the confidence to put the book in the box that held everything I was going to throw away, but then I missed it. My brow furrowed as a piece of paper dropped out of the book and fell on the floor near it. I closed my eyes in frustration before walking up to the book, kneeling down, and taking the paper. I thought it was just regular paper at first, but when I turned it over, I saw that it was a picture.

No one was likely to come scavenging after me. *** I’d been scrapping for about six months when I pulled up to a promising pile of junk before a two-story white home with blue trim on Hyland Avenue. After a quick once-over, however, I decided to leave because like many other homes this one had boxes of books on its curb for disposal, which always depressed me. Despite not having read anything since losing my job, it still saddened me to encounter discarded books.

She might as well start with those. She grabbed a cloth and carefully wiped each book clean before placing them into a cardboard box. As she carried the box downstairs, she happened to run into Julian, who had just rushed back. He glanced at her and asked casually, “Where are you taking those books?” Autumn looked down at the books in her arms and replied offhandedly, “I was cleaning the room and saw these lying around gathering dust. Figured they’re useless now, so I’m tossing them.” Julian’s eyes narrowed slightly.

A donation box was placed before me, and my hand was outstretched as I made to drop a bank card inside. One of the people watching me mocked, "My, my! Look at you, Thalia Stoneridge. Everyone else donated cash, but you're putting a bank card inside. Don't think Jonathan will get together with you just because you're donating more than the others!" "Exactly! Jon's not interested in your stupid money!" someone else said. I returned to my senses and looked at my bank card. Then, I retracted my hand and put the card back in my pocket. "Well, alright. Since you guys think my money is stupid, I won't donate anything. I don't want to dirty everything else inside the box."

MAXINE I turned the page of my book, nearing the end. The sunlight filtered through the from the small window but I was using the warm glow from the reading lamp Ronan had got me. It was one of the things that came with the flowers. I sat by the table next to the vase of flowers. They had begun to wilt. Their petals curled as they dried. Even their colours were faded and the air smelt of decay. I had been meaning to throw them out but I hadn't had the heart to do so. They were a gift, after all. Especially when said person hadn't been to my room since. It felt weird throwing them out when he hadn't seen that I kept them in the first place.