Trash Drawing Novels & Stories

“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.

in the trash bin? Impossible; No way in hell. TBC

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."

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?"

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."

He kicked the trash bin near the dresser and then slipped on the floor. Mishka’s focus shifted to him, but he wasn’t hurt this time. He quickly stood on his feet and walked away, splintering the trash on the floor. Mishka bent down picking crushed papers from the floor and other stuff when her hand gets on the visiting card of Dr James Carter and she stared at it.

The trailer was cold, but not a single speck of dust remained. I had spent three weeks scrubbing, rearranging, and throwing away the remnants of a life I no longer wanted to remember. Every corner, every surface, every shadow had been meticulously cleansed, stripped bare of the grime and sorrow that had accumulated over years. The air, though no longer thick with the scent of stale beer and desperation, still held a faint, lingering chill, a persistent reminder of the emptiness that had once permeated these four walls. I had believed that with enough bleach and enough effort, I could erase the past, sanitize the memories, and finally, truly, move on.