'Star Spawn of Cthulhu Kaiju' drags its 'Unliving' Carcass Out of the Sea

PURPOSE: This image was the impetus for the creation of a science fiction/horror short story in 2017 that seemed to need more story elements. Since 2019 I have now expanded this prose into a major league novel--a long novel like what Clive Barker writes.. Copyrighted in 2017, my synopsis and two versions of my query (sales) pitch is as follows:

The town is a "Shangri-La," with a population behaving as would be a libidinous population living in an imagined "Peyton Place" small town. Their land is in a wilderness which is an Edenic prehistoric "Lost Paradise." Mystery abounds. Two distantly related species of man reside there--not exactly hand-in-hand.

Both species of hominids, humans and sasquatch alike, protect gargantuan trees and lake monsters spawned from many different fish species inhabiting a small-but-shockingly deep volcanic lake that both hominid species stocked for well beyond twenty millennia.

The geology underneath coastal Central Oregon is unstable and volcanic. The relentless forces of tectonic plate subduction grind and slip, producing diamond-making conditions of heat and pressure beyond the conception of Hell itself.

Out to sea, a primordial bio-contaminant source of seismic proportions oozing alien toxins and extruding poison into the ocean's beds—and into the water column—is on the move. It's heading toward shore. The Dungeness crab fishery, as well as all other west coast fisheries are wrecked. Their season is canceled.

A "Doom" is coming to Gethsemane on the Central Oregon Coast. Whom, if any, shall survive? And if one did escape her fate, should she?

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My Plot points highlight the main story's key sub-stories:

Gethsemane was an Oregon Coast alpine “Shangri-La” of an art colony town, perched high on the cliffs at the edge of the sea where a heavily Douglas fir-forested sequoia redwood grove marched down from the coastal mountains to the edge of the sea. In the span of time just over a month in length, a “Doom” came to Gethsemane from the depths of the sea.

It began with the Pacific Ocean and its endemic living creatures turning against not only the town, but the entire Oregon coast in steps and stages, poisoning human fishing and recreational endeavors. Then a surprise storm bringing hurricane-force winds, rain and destruction ravaged not only the town, but the entire state.

Though nobody knew what in the “Devil” it was; a slogging Star Spawn of Cthulhu “Kaiju” dragged its “Unliving” carcass of galactic dark matter out from under the depths of the sea bed at midnight under a full moon in order to consume a 1948 Chevrolet Fleetmaster touring sedan along with two Hobie longboards, a surfer granddaughter and her idiot boyfriend. It then consumed or excavated huge swaths of the town.

This “Thing” grazed along the edge of the sea cliff taking massive chunks of the town with it, as well as foraging in the redwood forest that left a horseshoe pattern in the mountainside above the town. What was it eating? Why Gethsemane?

At the same time, the town’s in-shore lake effervesced like a gentleman's whisky glass full of water and Alka-Seltzer, then belched blue-sulfur fire. In total, over many successive months, 444 bodies were recovered.

The town’s only police sergeant who witnessed the incident declined into a permanent catatonic state. He became an organ donor.
His girlfriend disappeared and publicly, remains unaccounted for.

The personal “Hell” she was put through, before an assistant director for a shadow government special access program consigned her to become a living organ donor as a way to silence her for the events she and her boyfriend cop inadvertently witnessed was a special horror, one above and beyond that inflicted by the arriving rampage of the ancient elder god-“Kaiju.”