Little Mushroom Book Novels & Stories

I cried with the joy of my freedom, to feel the earth beneath me, against my skin and the fresh air flowing past me. I scanned nearby trees, searching at their roots for the special mushrooms my grams had shown me, and when I got close to a trickling stream there were bundles of them growing fresh from the ground. I scrambled to get to them and began tearing them up into my hands and shoving them into my mouth, chewing and swallowing several at a time as I tore through the mud for more. My breaths were heavy and tired as I wheezed through my mouthful of mushrooms for air.

Emmie huddled closer to the horse for warmth as the sheeting rain fell in buckets around her, soaking her clothes. The rain came earlier than expected, and as she and Gabe searched through the small village for a place to stay, the town seemed too busy closing their shops for the night to help the two weary—and drenched—strangers.

She said. "mmmm... Can I see the book? I mean if you want." The prince wanted to see the book. But Chenyin was scared to hand it over. "I promised to master that I- - -" "I won't open it. I will just want to touch it." He said. Chenyin gave the book to the Prince. The book was brown. It had a beautiful design on it. And it has also a lock on it. "Hey it has a lock on it. Did you notice?" He asked.

“Or it could the shrooms.” “The shrooms?” My curiosity went on an upward stream the moment I heard the word shrooms. I remembered Nicole giving me a mushroom like thingy earlier and this could be it. “Yeah, dried mushrooms.” Ambrose answered. “They make you high.” “Fuck,” I mumbled under my breath thinking I just had one of those. “I think I might have eaten one of those.” My eyes seemed to grow big at the sudden realization that I just had an edible. I thought it was just a weird snack like dried mangoes.

I looked away quickly so he wouldn’t see it. We reached the mossy stones, and I crouched, showing him the small, brown-capped mushrooms that grew in clusters. “These are safe,” I said. “See the underside? The pattern. And the smell.” Ronan crouched too, far too big to crouch comfortably, but he did it anyway. He leaned close, sniffed, then frowned. “Smells like dirt.” I snorted. “It’s a mushroom.” He looked at me, offended. “I expected something more… floral. Considering you make everything sound pretty.”

Grace and Chloe giggled, I smiled, and Ella looked like she was smelling something that had been in the fridge for too long. “I remember the first time Mommy let me pick a restaurant,” Chloe said with a smile. “McDonald’s?” Ella asked. Chloe frowned and turned away from her to tell Mr. Cavendish, “It was the Moon Hunt Café. Have you been there?” “I have not,” he said. “You’ve missed out. They have over twenty varieties of mushrooms and all sorts of biolum, um.” She looked at me. “Bioluminescent,” I supplied. “Yeah, so the food glows. It’s really cool.”

Eris warned, her voice sharp with alarm. I explained that the edibility of mushrooms depended entirely on their preparation. Eris, despite her skepticism, helped me gather the mushrooms. We found a plentiful supply. Nearby, I discovered a small pond teeming with lotus plants. I instructed Eris to collect the seeds. I could make a sweet soup for the children. With our foraging baskets full, we returned to the house. Eris's apprehension was clear. "Aren't we going to get sick? Or poisoned?"

After the party last night, saying goodbye to Ella, I asked her out for lunch this time, it was my turn to ask her out, she said yes. We went to our home with a big wide smile plastered on my face, this was the best birthday ever, how did she even managed to find a little that likes reading and books. She even work in the book shop, see my love for stories did pay out, we found her, we still didn’t know how to ask her about being a little, or being our little to be exact. But we did agree on taking things slow with her, on letting her get used to us on her own terms and conditions.

Above the clearing, where the girl and her mentor settled down to rest, a sweet mushroom spirit floated. The student smiled as she stirred the stew. Kleskh was not picky, but he did not like mushrooms - passion. And precisely because he hated them to the point of mental inversion, the girl deliberately kept a handful of dried mushrooms at the bottom of her shoulder pad. Kref grew up on the shores of the Evil Sea. They did not know and did not eat mushrooms there. Therefore, he could mutter two turns about these "slugs" and never repeat himself. The girl chuckled, foreseeing how the mentor would burst out, returning from the forest to the parking lot.

From her viewpoint, it’s as if she’s covered in a sea of leaves. Accashia looked down and noticed that the ground was covered with mushrooms. Red, brown and yellow. Some were already there and some popped and sprouted randomly. The mushrooms spew thick spores. It was golden and it makes the young lady’s nose itchy. Luntian noticed this and said, “Be careful, Accashia.” Was her stern warning. “Try to breathe slowly, for the mushroom spores can bring forth dangerous hallucinations.” Luntian stopped walking, she patted the horse’s rear, and it stopped moving as well. “The mushrooms are poisonous. It brings out the worst in all of us.”