Waking Up With Black Tongue Novels & Stories

"We aren't going home sober today, you hear me?" Indeed, both of us got wasted before calling a cab home. I stumbled toward the door and pushed it open, only to see Harold's face alight with fury. "Who's that guy?" he accused. "You're getting married soon! What are you doing, drinking with a man until the dead of the night?" His grip was tight around my wrist, the pain sobering me up somewhat. "He's the cab driver," I replied. Harold's fury subsided, and he let go of me. It was a rare occasion, it seemed—he went into the kitchen and made me eggs and bacon. Greasy food always helped when I was drunk.

And when he ran it slowly around my nipple, I felt something that made me arch my back and grab his hair. Bumps. Small ones, along the entire length of his tongue. Like ridges. Like beads. Each one scraped against my skin in a different way, creating layers of sensation that my brain couldn’t process. “Mortyss…” I moaned, looking down. “Your tongue…” He raised his eyes to me without taking his mouth off my breast. His violet eyes were brighter than ever. And then, deliberately, he showed me his tongue. It was purple. Forked at the tip, like a snake’s. And along its entire length, rows of small bumps pulsed, each one the size of a tiny pea, glistening with a moisture that wasn’t human saliva.

I must have left it in the recording studio. No way am I going back in there. Felix could be doing one of his solo songwriting and recording sessions, and I’m definitely not ready to be alone with him again. Besides, I have no idea what time it is. It’s probably like 2am. I couldn’t phone mom anyway. I flop back down on the bed, about the crawl under the covers, when I realize that there’s a weird taste in my mouth. It’s sort of… metallic. Blood. I must have bitten my tongue while I was sleeping. Gross.

As I reluctantly start to wake up all I feel is unbearable throbbing in my skull and the revolting sensation of my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. Even though my eyes are closed I shut them tighter as I detect the harsh morning sun through my eyelids. For the love of Ezillus, someone close the fucking curtains.

I cough and shove it away. Lily covers her mouth and smirks at me, resting her hands on her hips. I furiously wipe my mouth. My movements become sluggish, the world around me moving slowly. “This will fulfill your wish of finding a place to belong.” Her words echo in my mind, the world around me going black, whisking me away into a slumber I never wanted to slip into. I wake up to the sharp taste of wine on my tongue. My head throbs and my body feels like it is on fire. I shake my head and rub my temples, trying to wake myself up.

"Take it back." Sleep now, little wolf. The blackness swallows me whole. A hard splash of cold air hits my face. My eyes snap open. I try to draw a breath, but a thick, raspy growl rips from my throat instead. The sound is deep, vibrating through the trees. "What?" I try to ask. The word comes out wrong. It is warped, heavy with a double tone. I run my tongue over my front teeth. They are sharp, jagged needles that slice into my bottom lip. The taste of my own blood hits my tongue.

He glanced at him and saw him lying quietly closing his eyes. "You rest then." With that, he went to the sofa and laid down. That was a sleepless night for both of them. They had their separate reasons for sleeplessness. The next morning, Carl Black woke up early, and with the help of Mack Black, he went to the bathroom to freshen up. This made him exhausted. He lay on the bed, closing his eyes. After some time, the doctor came and asked him to do some small easy exercises. Then the doctor told Mack Black to give him some light food to eat. Mack Black dialed the landline number of the villa and asked the servant to prepare some food for Carl Black.

I focus my eyes on the front trying to dissipate the dark stain, blinking several times getting rid of it. -You finally wake up- William enters with a tray of water and some food. -How long have I slept?- he puts the tray carefully on my legs, I don't take long to take the glass of water to give it a sip. - Two days- I choke with the water and start coughing- And don't be scared but...your left eye is black- he holds a small mirror to me, my left eye which used to be blue is now black, I look at myself confused.

I wanted to tell them it wasn’t necessary and that I would’ve gone with them willingly, but my tongue felt swollen, and I couldn’t produce any saliva. I fell on my knee. The floor swayed dangerously underneath me. It rolled under my hands on the carpet. Finally, black spots invaded my sight, and blackness swallowed me whole.

If he didn't want to talk, then so be it. My mind was so deeply occupied with thoughts, and I wasn't conscious of my chewing and ended up mistakenly biting hard against my tongue. “Ouch!” I exclaimed, covering my hands with my cupped hands. His chair screeched against the tiles as he jumped on his feet, wearing a concerned expression. “What happened, Tanya?” His voice rang with urgency. He was quickly by my side, and he crouched beside me, placing his hand against my back. “I bit my tongue,” I told him. “I think it's bleeding,” I continued, tasting the metallic tang of blood as pain radiated from my wound.