Rubbish, waste

Usage examples of garbage.

For months, Dornan had been having god knows what nightmares about Tammy maybe sitting in seven separate garbage bags in a ditch alongside some dirt road in Alabama, or getting married to a red-haired, pompous psychologist, or wandering New York in an amnesiac daze.

Now the surface had a rusty sheen to it, mirroring a redness in the sky that came, Ralph Bales believed, from garbage pumped into the air by refineries outside of Wood River, across the Mississippi.

The only light was the fetid bioluminescence coming off the heaps of garbage.

Nicky, eyes closed, limp as a bag of garbage, hands bound behind her back, bungee cord around her ankles, duct tape covering her mouth.

Laura could almost hear Grandpa Busby scolding her for eating such garbage for breakfast.

He picked his way back among the oyster shells, the garbage cans and broken bottles, parted from Didine in the street, and went into the police station.

He could smell the woodsmoke from the Alengwyneh towns, and other familiar and disgusting odors: the body wastes, the sour, pulpy smell of garbage rotting outside their villages, the tangy stink of their tanneries, the rankling smell of their lime kilns and charcoal pits and the retting vats where they soaked flax and dogbane and heart-tree bark to make cloth fiber.

The drier garbage is, the less flies will be attracted to it, so first drain it as much as possible.

That dustman is picking through the restaurant garbage and leaving most of it.

Dustmen who fail to collect garbage can arouse deep passions, and dustmen who leave nasty green notes to explain why the rubbish is not being collected can drive the meekest to open hatred.

William Bartholomew, stalking the streets as if he were in charge of them, peering through his eyeholes at cats leaping in a mound of very ripe garbage at the mouth of an alley at Seventy-ninth Street, made his way down to the Five Points and his bed.

The woman with the headkerchief set down her garbage pail beside the stoop.

On the northeast side of the harbor were the slums of the Downwind District, with the human garbage heap called the Honeypot highest on the slope to the ridge.

Pieces, Vassago neatly rolled the empty bag into a tight tube, tied the tube in a knot to make the smallest possible object of it, and dropped it into a plastic garbage bag that was just to the left of the iceless Styrofoam cooler.

Half the garbage in the Junket dump whirled out, a flood of debris that swooped in the wind and tumbled and soared and snagged, piece by piece, against the thing at the cliff edge.