Trash Drawing Novels & Stories

She thought Edgar was using an excuse for another veiled confession of his feelings for her. "If you don't like it, I'll change my design topic," Edgar said softly. "It's just an assignment. Please don't be upset, Jess." While Jessica was still angry, Cooper hurriedly chimed in with a conciliatory smile. "Yeah, you should change it to something else. Coffins are so morbid. Young people like you should think positively and be a bit more cheerful." Edgar gathered the scattered documents from the floor. Then, he threw them all into the trash in front of Jessica. Only then did her tense expression ease slightly.

Having filled the small table with tissues, Josey finally relieved herself of all the tears that would come. Tossing the finished coffee and tissues in the trash, she started her tirade of deep cleaning in the bathroom finally. Several hours had passed and she had managed to conquer over a dozen colonies of dust bunnies, rivers of loose hair and unidentified hidden crumbs under the sofa. Even in Emily’s room she obtained a trash can full of paper bits, tossed sketches, and the occasional snuck snack wrapper. Her sister's hobby for drawing and tossing, could fill a landfill in no time.

Time. I stared at the deduction in my journal: -98. Taking my pen, I crossed it out and wrote -100 beside it. Then, with a sudden surge of determination, I tore the pages from the journal one by one. The ripping sound was satisfying, cathartic. When I finished, I gathered the torn pieces and dumped them into the trash. It felt symbolic, purging Ethan from my system. I moved through my apartment with newfound purpose, systematically removing every trace of him. The small gifts he'd given me over the years – into the trash. Photos of him on my wall and in albums – removed and discarded.

“I’m heading to the office for a meeting. Be good and wait at home. I’ll bring back some desserts for you.” With that, he turned and left. His tall figure seemed to carry a hint of urgency as he walked away. Tara let out a bitter smile and started sorting through her belongings. First, she gathered all the couple-themed items—matching mugs, toothbrush holders, keychains, scarves, T-shirts, plush toys—anything that symbolized their relationship. One by one, she tossed them into the trash. Though scattered throughout the villa, there was more than she had realized. Cleaning it all left her drenched in sweat.

he wore the hand gloves and started emptying the contents of the trash can into the dump truck. as he raised the trash can over the truck, some piece of trash fell out. he emptied the ones in the can and after placing it down, he bent down to pick up the ones that had fallen out. he picked some trash up and tossed it into the dump truck before bending down again to pick up the rest. "what's this?" he thought as his gaze stuck to a piece of paper on the floor. he picked it up and studied it. it was no ordinary paper. this looked a lot like the business cards he usually saw on his books.

That kind of thing only happened in movies, and of course, she was just a normal run-of-the-mill human. She got up, grabbed the box and plopped it down in the spot she had just occupied a moment before. With one hand she wiped everything from her desk straight into the box. “We’re going to miss you, Trisha.” A saccharine sweet voice giggled behind her. “Did you need any help clearing it all out?” “No, I’ve got it,” Trisha growled as she grabbed a pencil, almost snapping it in half. “Thank you for the offer, Chloe.”

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.

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."

Bang! Jacob Carlson suddenly pick up the tea cup on the table and smashed it violently on to the floor. His frustration turned into fury. "Trash! Who is trash! Useless pieces of trash! This woman couldn't even settle such a simple matter, she was just a trash!" He roared coldly. "I couldn't believe that this Jate Woods managed to smell a rat so easily. He's not easy to handle at all."

I haven’t met them but I know it's a ‘he’ from the shoes at the door. ******** Someone left a perfectly fine fabric in the trash today. I fought the temptation and went back into my apartment without looking at it twice. Proud of myself. ******* I’m ashamed to say the temptation won in the end and I took the trash home with me. Not very proud of myself but in my defense, it’s satin! Freaking satin! ******** I’m getting distracted again. I’m drawing again. I’m designing again. I’m chasing dreams again and I feel alive doing it.