Trash Belongs In The Trash Can Webtoon Novels & Stories

I yearned to know if she thought I was useless—just dead weight dragging her down… However, I didn’t want to make a scene, and I didn’t want to drag an uninvolved man into the mess of my marriage. I turned to leave and accidentally knocked over a nearby trash can. Clang! The loud crash made both of them turn at the same time. Our eyes met. The burrito wrapper slipped from Alisha’s hand and dropped lazily to the ground. "Kayden?" The embarrassment of being caught hit me all at once. I wanted to disappear into the pavement. Nevertheless, I straightened up anyway, forcing a calm smile. "What a coincidence, babe. You two… talking business?"

He was so shocked that he soiled himself. The crowd dispersed in an instant. I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if I had just completed my final task. I swayed from side to side and nearly lost my balance when Justin caught me. I shot a comforting smile at him when I noticed the shock glimmering in his eyes. "I'm glad that you're not hurt," I murmured. There was a complicated look on his face, along with gratitude. My lips had turned deathly pale. My hands trembled violently when I lifted the bag and said, "I sent your suit jacket to the dry cleaners. I wanted to give it back to you."

A slop cart was parked right there, collecting kitchen waste from the neighborhood. The smell was something else entirely. However, I didn't have options. I clenched my teeth and climbed inside the barrel. I crouched in the dark and the stench and let the cart haul me, rocking and jolting, all the way out of town. 'Goodbye, my husband. 'Goodbye, Grand Chancellor.' - In the study, Jeremy worked through the last document and pressed his fingers to his temple. A small smile crossed his face as he set down his quill and got up, then headed toward the bedroom.

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.

My face stayed blank as I tossed it straight into the trash. "That one was hand-knit by my mom. This piece of crap doesn't even come close." Elmer frowned when he saw the scarf in the bin, then sat down beside me. "I know. But the dead won't come back, Moira. What's gone is gone. Risa didn't mean any harm, and it was you who pissed her off first, wasn't it? Come on, don't be mad." He reached out like he always did, trying to pat my head.

I couldn’t help but feel a surge of frustration for people like him. After returning home, I collected the remnants of my past relationship. I had kept his belongings in a box tucked in the corner of my room, but now, with my heartache fresh in my mind, tossing them in the trash felt like an act of liberation. I packed everything from his old hoodie, the ridiculous stuffed bear he had given me, and the gifts that now felt hollow and meaningless. As the last item hit the trash bag, a sense of relief washed over me.

the worker smiled. “When she was here, she must have thrown her wallet while trying to dispose of the wrappers around the clothes. She asked me to check if I could find it.” “Oh, that’s bad. I wish I could help you, but the trash has already been taken out. The company that cleans the stores just left a few minutes ago; you must have missed them.” “Oh no! Do you perhaps know where the dump site is?” “No, I don’t know where they take the trash, but I have something that could help.”

Stalking toward the door with the trash bag in my grip, my hand twisted on the doorknob and without thinking twice, I hurled the trash bag at the lunatic standing outside my door. Screaming, I cursed. “Go to hell, you fucking piece of trash…” My words trailed and my heart dropped to my toes, my eyes widening in shock with every moment his blue eyes pierced into mine. “M-Marcel” I muttered taking a step back while he stood amidst filth, a banana peel slipping off his face to the ground. I watched as Marcel clenched his fist, squeezing his eyes shut while bobbing his head. “I agree that I am a piece of trash”

With great strength, Nina grabbed Quirina's waist and threw her into the trash can. The can was filled with medical waste. There were diapers and vomit. There was even bloody surgical waste, gauze, and glass shards. Quirina's well-pampered face was suddenly covered in various waste. She couldn't even open her eyes. Quirina felt a sharp pain on her face as she was stabbed by unknown objects in the trash can. She was furious from the embarrassment when she got out of there. Then, the janitor yelled, "What are you doing? The trash can is filled with waste from patients with contagious illnesses! I was about to get rid of them!"

I told him and turned around to walk to the trash can. It was big, only a few inches shorter than me. When I peered inside, at first I didn’t see anything. It wasn’t filled with trash as it was fairly early in the morning but there were three plastic bags that I could make out and one of them was moving. Fûck. “Oh god.” I turned to Ephraim as I called out, “Please, come. Help me with this.”