Trash Belongs In The Trash Can Webtoon นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I had a group of three guys. Really obnoxious. Didn’t leave a tip. Hope I never see them again.” “Just throw away that stress with trash,” Sharon says. “That’s all you can do.” She’s right, so I try to take my frustration and toss it to the side as I gather the trash and take it to the alley where the dumpsters away. It does feel oddly freeing as I toss the bags in the dumpster. It feels like I’m tossing aside some of the stress. For now, at least. I know there are too many things I’ll have to keep dealing with.

of existence. "Where are we going?" I yelled over the roar of the "Hard-Purge." "To the **Trash-Bin**!" Silas replied, his human face now a mask of grim determination. "It’s the only place the 'Erase' command won't look! It’s the place where all the 'Deleted' things go to hide!" ### The Kingdom of the Discarded We hit a floor of soft, white dust. But it wasn't dust. It was **Fragments**.

I could feel myself slipping away for once I didn't have anything to say to her, to defend myself. "What are you talking about this trash?" Quinn asked looking at me with mock curiosity. "Just give me back." "Let's put it where it belongs," Madison says, "in the trash." Quinn gasps, "yea good idea Maddy. Trashy girl, trashy beanie all belong to the trash." I didn't say anything and Quinn walks to the trashcan, opens it and drops my beanie into it. Then she dust her hands by slapping it together. "There all done." They smile and walk away.

To keep it a surprise, I had made up the demolition story as a throwaway excuse. Once I figured it out, I found the whole thing laughable. I never expected Calum and Eliza to believe an excuse I made up on the spot. I couldn't hold it in and started laughing. "Demolition? That was just something I—" Before I could finish, Calum shouted for me to shut up. "Don't even think about it. The house belongs to Mom and Dad. It could never be yours. "You're just a piece of trash they picked up off the street. How dare you think you deserve a share of the money? Between an adopted son and a biological grandchild, Mom and Dad know who matters more."

Like what was the use of wasting money on gibberish which could feed the poor? My quest ended in the dumpster in the backyard and all thanks to Moira, I was well aware of trash’s routine. These large bins were emptied, cleaned and washed daily in the morning, and only contained kitchen trash. My grumbling stomach was showing me these bins as five-star restaurants, where I was going to find every kind of delicacy to fill my stomach. Leaving everything behind, I climbed the dumpster, and gaped in disbelief, “This is food heaven!” Half loaf of bread, three bottles with some milk, leftover vegetables, and half-eaten bag of nachos firmed my belief in the Moon Goddess. She was indeed generous towa

I asked in my not-so-hospitable tone. “I’m expecting a guy from Whitevale at any minute. If you’re selling something, you can fuck off.” He stepped to the side as I breezed past and threw the trash into the can at the side of the house. I had to cram the lid down to compact the mountain of bags we’d accumulated over the passing week. Mostly the twins’ diapers. Trust the apocalypse to land on our doorstep now, right before the garbage collection date. He cleared his throat, oozing self-confidence. He wasn’t intimidated by me, and I found that rather interesting.

Grabbing the key to one of his SUVs off the hook, I unlocked the car and went back in to grab the trash I needed to get rid of. I dragged them both by each hand, leaving a trail of blood as I did. I threw them into the back seat of the SUV and slammed the door shut. Taking the driver’s seat, I turned the ignition and drove out of the garage’s automatic doors towards a place befitting the trash in the backseat. I pulled the car to a stop, the tyres screeching loudly in front of what I knew to be the Pack’s Correction Facility. I wasted no time in dragging the first piece of trash out, then the second, pulling their unconscious forms single-handedly behind me into the building.

Vast expanse of forest outlined the area. Since it was still winter, the branches were still bare, and the place looked bleak. I could vaguely hear the sound of rippling water, so I assumed there was a river nearby.I Leaned back and accidentally touched a plastic bag.I took it and realized it was a packet of finished biscuits. Only then did I notice a bag of trash lying in a corner. It contained empty boxes and snacks wrappers.I realized Flora had been eating snacks every day and dumping the packets here so that no one could find them.I looked at Flora with disappointment.

"Nope. My trashcan behind me is full of them." "I don't know if that makes me feel good or jealous." "Good, because I threw them out. Duh." "Jealous because it's enough to fill up a trashcan." "May have exaggerated on how many numbers I got." "Alright, precisely, how many numbers?" I glanced back at the trash can and cringed. "Maybe five." "Jeez." He groaned. "Maybe I should have been more worried about you finding someone else." "Yeah, not happening. I've already got the best."

But I didn't want to wait for it and since I would probably have to sit here more often for the next few weeks, I should fix it before I got disgust. Fortunately, the corner of an old shopping bag protruded from all the trash. I plucked it outside with my pointed fingers and started putting all the trash in. Unfortunately that was so much that a full bag was not enough. Sighing, I got out, emptied the contents of the bag into the dumpster on the side, and ran back to get the next load. I just hoped that there wouldn't be any trouble with the gas station attendant, because I didn't think you could just throw away your rubbish here.