Novel & Cerita Trash Drawing

I stood to leave, but Alfred slammed his hand on the table. "Wait. I have something to show you." He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. I unfolded it—my childhood wish list. Back in elementary school, our teacher had us write down our biggest dreams. Most kids wrote a sentence. I filled a whole page. Alfred smiled, tapping the paper. "Honey, don't divorce me. I'll make these dreams come true, one by one, okay?

His hands were shamelessly shaking even though he had been trying to calm down all this while. “Sit down.” Mrs. Park ordered just when she released her eyes from the jaws of the ceiling. Immediately after Travis had obeyed the order, Mrs. Park took a big, black plastic garbage bag behind her chair and tossed it in Travis's legs. Tiny pieces of dirt fell on his feet — toilet papers all wriggled on his feet. “Care to explain, Travis?” Mrs. Park growled quietly as she leaned back against her chair while carefully analysing Travis's movements.

I heard him huff, but no sound of movement. In the bedroom, I yanked open the bottom drawer of my dresser — the one I'd been meaning to clean out for months. Trevor's old clothes. I'd kept telling myself I'd donate them, or burn them, or use them as rags. Instead they'd just... sat there. Well. At least now they'd be useful. I grabbed a pair of gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt. Trevor wasn't small, but looking at the man on my living room floor, I had a feeling these might be tight.

The neon green cup with the cat in the center sits on the edge of my kitchen counter. Right below it on the floor, my trash can waits. It will take one quick flick of my hand to send the cheap souvenir container over into the bin. Then it's a simple tie job before I walk the bag to the trash and throw away a piece of Trey. I should do it.

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.

Charvi pressed, "Where do you need to go now?" "Could you drop me off at the house, please?" Back at home, Zara was surprised to see the house spotless. Sharon had to be rushed to the hospital that day. The food had been left out, but Trevor had saved what he could in the fridge and tossed the rest. That explained the big bag of trash Bob mentioned he had thrown out that evening. In the attic, she noticed her bedding was all new and neatly made, bringing a tear to her eye. They had cameras in the house. After asking Charvi to leave, Zara watched the last footage of Trevor on her phone. He was cleaning everywhere, something he had not done in decades. It was as if he knew it was his last chan

There was a pen holder, tiny figurines of whatever characters they were called, a painting, a board filled with many Post-it notes containing reminders and sweet words of her feelings for me, and a small potted plant. I sneered, stood up, picked up the pen holder, tiny figurines, and potted plant, and threw them into the trash can. I also picked up the painting, tore it, and threw it into the trash can. I did the same to all the Post-it notes -tearing them and throwing them into the trash can.

I say exited "Let's make a cheers to taking out the trash" ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

“I want you to head to the gym and look for disinfectant. Air freshener, alcohol, sanitizers, or anything we can use to clean the air. If there’s rags or mops inside, bring it out, too.” “Sure,” I answered. “While you, Yuri...” Travis twisted to the right, to our direction, and focused all his eyes to the girl beside me. “... You have to go to the art room and look for scissors.” “Scissors? But what are we going to do with the scissors?” Yuri asked, her face was way more sour than Ashley’s face earlier before she threw up. “We’re cutting the clothes to flush them to the toilet once everything’s done. We’re lucky the washroom’s open. It’s our only chance to get rid of the evidences.”

I took four days off from work as I drove my family to our cabin in the woods, we quickly set up everything we would be needing, my mom strictly warned us about taking any work related calls because we would be in deep shit, and we know better than to disobey her, that woman can become an erupting volcano when she is angry, I wouldn't want that on my head. I don't know where it came from but my little sister decided that we prepare a trap, because she believed that in this woods, we could find unicorns. I told her that she had been reading too many fantasy novels, but she wouldn't let me be, so I had to do what she wanted for my own