Book Excerpt for The Tongue Monster

The Tongue Monster -- Extract

Nadine Leilani

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The Tongue Monster - Extract

And with the light came heat. Not boiling hot, but just enough to make Julie feel comfortable despite her lack of clothes. Like a steamy bathroom after she just took a hot shower. Or on the beach during a hot afternoon with the sun beating down, when the thin cloth of her two-piece swimming suit remained for modesty, not to shelter her from the outside temperature.

Witch drumming. The beating of countless hollow wood logs. Or drums with animal hides stretched over them. With rasping susurrations like tambourines, or gourds shaken when full of rattlesnake tails. Or dried seeds. Together with an undertone of flutes, a flowing, high-pitch melodious sound all the more evil and threatening for its harmony with the drums.

And a rising and falling chorus of voices making no words. Only long, drawn-out cries and howls.

Odors and scents that made her gag. Horses in a barn. Pond scum. Maggots crawling in black dirt when her brothers overturned large rocks.

Together with liver and onions frying in a skillet. Dirty laundry left over two weeks in a hamper. A pile of Tampons and sanitary napkins.

Julie's stomach quivered and twisted. The hairs on the backs of her arms bristled. Her mouth went dry.

And It kept rising up the shaft of the large hole in front of her. Firelight growing brighter. The repetitive noise growing louder. The smells growing even stinkier.

Then the canopy of its bed came into view. Then the four poles. And finally, the entire bed.

And Julie didn't want to look, but had to open her eyes, and face the gigantic Tongue Sex Monster.

A fearsomely large, pink slobbering tongue on the bed, with just a small frame of a body to support it.

Pink and smooth, though with small pits of taste buds. Tendrils of white saliva dripping down to the bed. It reminded her of oysters, but she could never eat them. And it was definitely a tongue. Broad at the base in back, narrowing to a tip. The underneath a paler pink of gristly tendons. A squirmy, squishy, yucky wiggly solid muscle.

The tip curling up.

Then the tongue extending itself full length toward, and the tip curling down.

Sticking itself out at her.

Julie wanted to puke, but she felt too scared.

She wanted to run, but knew she could not escape.

Then the tongue flicked itself out impossibly, like a frog zapping a fly. It wrapped itself around her, then pulled her to itself, onto the bed.

Julie screamed, but nobody heard.

The End