Trash Belongs In The Trash Can Webtoon Novels & Stories

"Let me just take care of this condom." I wasn't an idiot this time, I brought some with me. Giggling, pushing him off me. Then I see him throwing the condom in the trash bin that was next to his mattress. I scrunch my nose. He seriously needs to move that bin, it's so unsanitary for trash to be right next to where you sleep. He then extends his arm, grabbing another foil packet, and tears it open with his mouth. Shaking my head, I laugh loudly. "Again? Dude, let me rest for a bit."

I screamed out loud, but unbeknownst to me, stacks of heavy boxes had surrounded me, leaving me no room to escape as the impact slammed into me. Pain shot through my entire body. Blood quickly soaked through my clothes, spreading in a chilling warmth across my skin. Not far away, the livestream on the phone was still playing. Despair overwhelmed me. This was the safest place in the entire city. Where did that car come from? Gritting my teeth, I picked up the phone. In the livestream, Regina's win was met with cheers. "Good job, Reggie! This is the second round!" "She won two rounds in a row?"

But as soon as I hit the sidewalk, the humidity and the noise of the city rushed back in, reminding me that I was just a student with a massive secret. I took the subway back to the university. Every person who looked at me made my skin crawl. I felt like "Traitor" was written across my forehead in neon lights. When I reached the student lounge, I saw them. Maya and Chloe were sitting at a circular table, surrounded by stacks of floral foam and color swatches. Maya looked tired but happy. Chloe looked like she was ready to bite someone’s head off. "Leo!" Maya jumped up the second she saw me. she ran over and pulled me into a tight hug. "You’re alive! I was so worried."

Such a conspicuous hiding spot was sure to be discovered soon. Indeed, two thugs in work uniforms approached at that moment, pushing a cart laden with failed processed herbs. "Man, there's so much unusable stock every day. Pushing this stuff around is exhausting," one grumbled. "Quit complaining. Let's just get it over with," the other replied. Hearing the approaching voices, the person in the trash bin panicked. He hastily retracted the camera and shut the lid. The two thugs pushed the cart closer, ready to open the bin and dump the waste herbs inside.

To her, that was worse than death. "Too bad, it's not up to you." Donovan waved, ordering, "Exile them to the Wastelands. They are never to set foot in any packs again." The Wastelands were a barren, desolate region in Northmere—no food, no water, only howling winds and savage beasts. Being sent there was synonymous with a death sentence. The Gamma warriors stepped forward, dragging the mentally shattered Falcon and the struggling Julia out like rugs. Walter remained collapsed on the floor, watching his son being taken away. After a night, he looked decades older.

“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.”

The ointments were replacements for the one he threw out but they still felt like the old one I always clutched for support. Maybe because like that day, he hadn’t cared about why I was so obsessed with a used bottle of ointment. He just decided it was important and replaced it. That was the Travis I knew and loved. And that Travis was gone. With a deep breath, I walked to the trash bin and dumped the entire box. The crash of plastic hitting plastic felt louder than it should have, but it echoed through the room as if giving me the closure I desperately needed. I picked the trash can off the floor to go dump it outside the bigger trash can outside the house. I paused by my drawers, rememberi

I closed my eyes, heard them giggle, and smelled the horrible trashy smell before I felt them reach for my top, and stuff the trash within. I cried out, begging them, but they filled even my skirt with trash. They pushed me from left to right, taking more trash, and pushing it into my clothes. “Please stop…” I cried out, but gagged, as trash was stuffed into my mouth. I couldn't even say a word anymore. Then they threw trash on me, laughing. “Damn! She smells good now.” “Yeah, she does.” “Guys, are you thinking what I'm thinking?” A Blondie asked, raising her eyebrows continuously, and they all giggled.

I'll definitely make you fall for me once again," he wrote. I crumpled the letter into a tight ball before chucking it into the trash can. "Can you take care of the trash for me?" I asked as I handed the can to Trevor, not wanting to take another look at the letter. "Alright." He took the can without asking any questions.

“Where’s the wallet?” Mia curled her lips and lowered her head. “I’ve gotten rid of it.” “What?” The nun was so exasperated that she was about to curse. “Where did you get rid of it?” “I only want the money. The other things in it are useless to me, so I just threw them into the trash can.” Colton gasped, and his patience had reached its limit. “Which trash can did you throw it into?” Mia was embarrassed. “The trash can in the nursing home. I guess it must’ve been taken to the landfill.”