Humanure Handbook Novels & Stories

Their last meal had been nearly expired protein bars and something that might’ve been squirrel or worst—a sewer rat. “You know,” Jesse said, examining the dust-covered vending machine near the cracked wall. “There’s a fifty-fifty chance this thing dispenses snacks or severed fingers, which one do you wanna bet on?” Marcus grunted, prying open a boarded door with a rusted crowbar. “Better odds than usual, I call severed fingers.” Jesse opened the outlets and sure enough there was a severed hand inside it. “Sharp intuition you have, you know if the world hadn't gone into chaos, you would have won a guessing game show.”

Bima smiled faintly, staring at that metal hand in the middle of the blinding light. "Don't touch. This belongs to humanity."

This man was handsome though. She knew there were handsome men somewhere on this earth whose handsomeness exceeded that of her ex Johnny.But this man before her was above them all. Even the hospital's director's handsomeness is a bit behind when compared to this man.His was bewitching. The one that can topple cities. It didn't make him look girly though. The man’s face was sculptured finely. Every part of his face and every line was perfect and flawless.His facial features were very three- dimensional and deep, with a pair of cold and deep eyes, a tall nose bridge, and sexy and alluring thin, tight lips.He had a noble temperament and exuded a cold aura from all over.There was no expression o

The nurses were nearby and Laura looked fragile and kind to anyone else in the room. I took it. “Thank you,” I said. Her smile widened. Just slightly. Eric clapped his hands. “Open it.” I hesitated. Laura tilted her head, watching me closely. “I hope you like it,” she said. I peeled back the paper. The cover hit me like a slap. Bright colors, that smell of cheap ink. A grotesque, exaggerated drawing of a man with twisted features, limp posture, painted lips, and mocking eyes. ‘A Straight Man’s Guide to Turning Gay’

“Look back on your own folklore, Irish brat. Every culture has realm-crossed lovers.” “Ew. So it's a guide about how to get ectoplasm stains out of bedsheets and what to do if your husband sprouts horns and starts devouring the neighbors?” “No, numbskull. It's an overview of the usual entities that interact with humanity. A field guide of sorts. It tells you what to expect when dealing with them and summarizes their background.”

Not when the cure is almost ready. A disturbing sound rang. “Hello, humans.” Sarah and Grace looked up on the screen and saw the image of misery and melancholy. Evil humanoids, you pieces of junks. Sarah’s teeth gritted as she saw them. “What do you, humanoids, want?” Grace shouted with intense anger. The humanoid looked left and right and leaned closer to the screen. It lifted up its hand showing an action of whispering, “What do you think, honey?” The humanoid smiled and it sent chills to their spine. It felt like they were having a deal with the devil.

My eyes landed on books, portions, maps, carved objects and barrels that contained pepper red substances. “What’s this place?” I curiously asked. “We call it the dark room, it contains everything you need to know about Shadowclaw. The book over there is yours to read. It will give you instructions on how to help him.” He answered. I picked the book which was titled ‘LUNA’ and walked out.

That person looked straight and declared her words to many people. “My goal is to let other human survived in this apocalyptic era by any means possible without sacrificing lives and accumulated many human needs. At least, through this, we can still have our humanity” those words were already printed in his soul like reminding him that there is one human who can do it. However, that silhouette was blurry and he cannot recognize the voice at all. However, he is certain that Psyche Flint is the one who can do it because he saw the invisible God’s pattern – Golden Dove – on her forehead. No one can figured out what it is unless you a certain role to see it and Grandpa Su has that role since fiv

I tried to pull my hand away, unable to stand how cold it was but he wouldn't budge. " Y-Your hand is cold," I told him and he let my hand go like I burned him. I took my hand back and rubbed my hands together to warm up. He is crazily cold. Im sure he is not human because a human can't be cold like that. " My bad. I forgot you are human now," he says confusing me more. What did he even mean by that? I couldn't help but his presence made me feel uneasy. I wanted to leave but I wasn't going to make the first move so I hope he left instead. I wanted Blake to be by my side so badly. Then this creep wouldn't have taken the liberty to approach me.