Trash Drawing Novels & Stories

"We support the legal punishment against the Irwins! Make it happen!" For a few consecutive days, trash was delivered to Ethan's doorstep almost every single day. Some even went so far as to seal his doors and windows shut with industrial glue. When Celeste had pushed Ethan and Simon to the brink, she handed them over to the police. After learning that Ethan had torn up classified documents, the authorities took him away overnight to the relevant departments. Once everything settled, Daniel approved my annual leave. Judd Group underwent an internal purge, top to bottom. My parents found the world's leading reconstruction specialists. After making all the arrangements, they took me abroad wit

The sound of my own panicked cries for help piercing my ears as I look at it. I quickly grab a garbage bag from under the sink and proceed to tear all the sheets off my bed. The pillowcases, the mattress cover, the duvet cover – all of it. I tear them from the bed as quickly as I can and throw them into the garbage bag. I return to the sink and retrieve a pair of dish gloves, a scrub brush and some cleaning products. I fill a bowl with hot water and open the door, getting down on my hands and knees as I get to work trying to scrub my blood out of the carpet in the hallway. I take a moment to scrub the dried blood from my bedpost, which proves much easier than the carpet.

A donation box was placed before me, and my hand was outstretched as I made to drop a bank card inside. One of the people watching me mocked, "My, my! Look at you, Thalia Stoneridge. Everyone else donated cash, but you're putting a bank card inside. Don't think Jonathan will get together with you just because you're donating more than the others!" "Exactly! Jon's not interested in your stupid money!" someone else said. I returned to my senses and looked at my bank card. Then, I retracted my hand and put the card back in my pocket. "Well, alright. Since you guys think my money is stupid, I won't donate anything. I don't want to dirty everything else inside the box."

The clean hallway outside our home had turned into a disgusting garbage dump covered in buzzing flies. There was a designated trash area in the neighborhood, and everyone here had lived together for over a decade. There was no way people didn’t know where garbage was supposed to go. Anthony immediately exploded in anger. “Who did this? Throwing trash in front of someone else’s door like this, do you people have no shame?” Someone nearby muttered under their breath, “It’s still nothing compared to being the other man.” Anthony immediately lost it, grabbing the speaker by the collar. “What did you just say? I’m telling you right now, Anthony is not an adulterer! The real adulterer is that fake

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.

Yenn and Jiwoon start cleaning their rooms as they both agreed on splitting the chores, he cleaned his room, the veranda and the balcony while Jiwoon took charge of the bathroom and his room. When he's cleaning his room, taking trash out and some papers that he wrote onto, he stumbled over the mighty unidentified colorless liquid in his drawer. Fuck! He abruptly throw it to the garbage bag and rummage through his drawer taking the weird things out that he didn’t knew was there and heartlessly throwing it to the trash. He don’t want another brawl between his roommate because of those so—out of sight out of mind! He tied the garbage bag tightly and doubling it with another in case it rip or so

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.

Remembering how this album of five years' worth of drawings almost got thrown out like trash by Susan and Esther, anger welled up in me, making my temples throb furiously. "Throw it away," Shelia didn't take it. "You've been drawing in this sketchbook for years. It must be important to you. How can you just throw it away?" I looked at her in shock. "It was important once. But not anymore. Just consider it practice sketches." Shelia said with a smile, but her smile held a polite distance. "Is there anything else? If not, I'll be going." I wanted to say more, but felt choked up. Watching her turn away, the dizziness from yesterday's accident hit me again. Just then, someone tapped me from behi