Trashy Town Book Novels & Stories

“Great. Just great. Meg loves shopping for odds and ends there, and maybe it’s evil. WONDERFUL.” “Well, perhaps not evil, just . . . ” I wave him off, massaging my aching temples with my other hand. “Yeah, yeah. I got it. Holy God, Gavin. Demons, evil houses and doctors, ghosts, redneck voodoo zombie witch doctors and monsters . . . what the hell else have we got in this town?” He tips his head at the book. “How about gods . . . ”

Cathy rolled her eyes, "if she would just woman up and fuck him." "Don't say such crude words, Cat." I watched in amusement as Cathy glared at Spencer. She hated being called Cat. "My poor virgin ears might bleed." Despite how outgoing I was, the three of them were the only friends I had. I and Spencer met in our senior year of high school. He was a transfer student and I was a nice girl who wouldn't let a person like that be friendless. Transitioning was always hard. When the time came for college, both of us applied for the same ones, the rest of our friends scattering across the globe. Spencer was half Korean and had the softest hair to ever exist. Even if his mother wasn't in the picture

It's been days since the chaos started to subside. The war between the Rui Lin Mafia and the Vile Mafia has come to an end, and the government is helping those who are in need. Those who lost their home are free to enter the new community that was built by the president near the boundary. Those who had lost their ability to work would be given work that they could do, and their rate would be the same as the normal one. Those children who became orphans were given a free education. Those who had lost their loved ones were given compensation. These are all done by Hideous and the President. Because of this, their name was picked up everywhere.

Hey, Muse Squad, That much is clear in Dusty Creek, a town that once thrived before a crooked sheriff decided to turn it into his personal playground. I’ve spent the last week digging into this town’s past—by that, I mean listening to the locals, the ones willing to talk. The ones who haven’t been silenced by fear, or worse, indifference. What I’ve found is a slow, creeping decay, the kind that doesn’t happen overnight. Dusty Creek was once a place people were proud to call home. A tight-knit town, strong, steady. Then came corruption—quiet at first, almost invisible, until it spread like a disease.

Wesley followed close behind, cracking jokes to keep spirits up, his energy lighter but his eyes serious. After the last of them had been wheeled out, I stood in the middle of the car, surrounded by silence. The cabin looked like a war zone. Open water bottles rolled across the floor. Used barf bags sat bloated in the corner. Blankets and jackets were strewn across the seats. The air still hung heavy with the sour stench of vomit and disinfectant. I grabbed a clean towel and began wiping down a row of seats. I wasn’t on staff. It wasn’t my job. But I needed to do something.

The Trash Bin was a graveyard of broken dreams. Everywhere I looked, there were mountains of crumpled paper and discarded ideas. The sky was a flat, dull gray, like a computer screen that had been turned off. I held Elle close to me, her small hands trembling against my waist.

The first pages of the book were typically a story of my mother's childhood, teenage life and all that, nothing worth reading. But as I went further, my eyes caught a text written in bold letters. “The one to mend the bridge between two worlds.” “What does that even mean?” I scoffed, reading further. After about ten minutes of glancing through each page aimlessly, I was fed up. “This is trash,” I muttered, closing the book. “Waste of my precious time,” I added, my face twisted in a frown. But just before I dropped the book, a little paper fell from it, landing on my thighs.

A salacious smile stretched across his lips as he asked, "So, you're Winona's best friend? Why are you following that useless piece of trash, Justin, around? You should come with me instead." He then pointed at Justin and said mockingly, "To think you used to be the cream of the crop of the elites that everyone used to fawn over. You don't even deserve to carry my shoes for me at this moment." Just then, Justin draped his coat over my shoulders, hiding them from Hunter's obscene gaze. He then stepped forward, and his eyes flashed coldly. "Keep talking, and I'll make sure you'll regret it." Hunter immediately shrank back at Justin's words.

Looking at the boy, no one could say that he belonged to the poorest of the poor community in town. Mr. Ben sat in his corner as Shiva worked. Once in a while, he would pick up a book, hold it to his nose and take a deep breath – inhaling the musky odor, redolent of dust and dreams. He would cough a little as the dust entered his old lungs, and he would put the book back on the floor.

I look at Alexander and he looks just as puzzled as me “What do you mean the one to rule them all?” “This is a book from my parents stash, it talks about a powerful female that is a triplet and in generations to come they will rule over the werewolf community” “Are you seriously telling me that a girl is going to lead all of werewolf kind?” Alexander was laughing at the thought. “And what is that supposed to mean?” Kayla slams the book shut sending another cloud of dust into the air, her eyes were black and she was staring at Alexander annoyed with his question. My brother had little respect for women being in charge, yet he better get used to it.