Little Mushroom Book Novels & Stories

Sweat began to trickle down her brow and she blinked hard to keep her eyes from blurring. When she was finally in the shadow of the great wall and no longer visible from the battlements, she let out a long sigh of relief. She leaned her back against the stone and mopped her brow with a napkin. It was some time before her heart stopped pounding and she could survey her surroundings. It was as she had thought. The area around the castle was wild and overgrown. Shielded from sunlight, the ground at the foot of the walls was rich and moist. And the mushrooms? Ah, ... the mushrooms! She had never seen anything quite like it. The earth and the rotting bits of timber that were strewn across it were

He had his head turned, talking to Garret, and I thought about just taking a piece but decided against it. “Babe,” I stated, nudging him with my elbow. He turned to look at me. “Can I have a piece?” “It’s bloody, Piccolo. Its room temperature cooked.” “I want a mushroom.” He raised his eyebrow at me. “You don’t like mushrooms.” “Well, I have a craving for them.” He stuck his fork in the mushroom and held it out to me. I took the mushroom off with my teeth, careful not to get lipstick on his fork. It was actually pretty good. I took my fork and stuck it in another, eating it before returning to my own plate.

AURORA Lizra dropped a humongous thing on my lap. “This is a history book with detailed explanations of the most famous and high-ranked Lunas that the territories have ever had. I made some small notes in most chapters and I’m sure you’ll find it useful.” Wait… it’s a book and… was she kidding me? “How many pages is this thing?” I asked, dusting and seeing nothing but the plain shabby leather brown cover of the thickest thing ever.

My father’s book. I took a deep breath and opened it again, making sure to avoid touching any of the pencil prints. I looked at them one by one. Most of them were just drawings of still objects. Then I flipped to the next page and saw a picture of the glowing moth! Just like the other sketches, this one was vivid too, as if it had been captured and trapped in the book. Surrounding the glowing moth were little sparks in an exact shade of gold to represent the light it gives off as it flies. I turned over to the next page. Nothing significant. Just banshee drawings. I flipped and flipped until I got to the end of the book. Nothing of any peculiar interest to me. I closed the book and set it do

“I want to hear how you’re doing, if you’re feeling anything after taking the new herbs. There’s a mushroom in there that’s good for you brain.” “I hate mushrooms.” I looked to my left, to a girl probably fifteen years old. “Well, this one is special, and it’s broken down so much that you don’t even know it’s a mushroom. You just get all the good stuff inside the mushroom.” She squinted at me, thinking me completely uncool. “Why not just inject it right into our blood, into our brains,” she said, tilting her head in a sassy way. “That’s what they all do anyway.”

“Look for the thousand-year mushroom.” They searched the room for one round, but they did not see the thousand-year mushroom. Of course, if the thousand-year mushroom was kept in this place, would it not die after a while? Therefore, they started searching for different articles and records. In the end, their hard work paid off. Aries found the exact location of the thousand-year mushroom in a notebook. “Here! I found it!” The three of them read it together. The notebook recorded the exact location of the thousand-year mushroom, and the methods of plucking, keeping, and using the thousand-year mushroom. It was so detailed, as though the author was scared that someone would accidentally destr

She took the mushrooms out of the basket. In a very casual tone, she explain, "This is the flesh brown linnet umbrella, poisonous, this is the light red gooseberry, poisonous, this is the Asiatic pleated red mushroom, poisonous, this is the poisonous fly gooseberry, not exactly poisonous, but it will cause hallucinations if you eat it, do you want to try it?" Gold looked very speechless. [Oh my! They should listen to Aurora] [I can’t believe they spent hours picking up poisonous stuff, they’re so useless]

The late afternoon sun poured through the kitchen windows. Aurora stood at the heavy stove. "I am lowering the heat," Aurora said aloud. Lily sat at the center island. She looked up from her blue notebook. "If the boil is too rolling, the vegetables turn to mush," Aurora explained. Lily picked up her yellow pencil. She wrote quickly and pushed the notebook forward. Mush is bad. "Mush is terrible," Aurora agreed. "We want texture." Lily nodded. She watched the large cast-iron pot intently.

I’d have gladly walked into its yawning gullet at that moment. “It’s a very interesting book, Doon,” continued Maurice. “It’s the story of Muad’Dib, the mouse that hides from the sun and travels in the cool night.” “Sounds a bit boring,” said Flossie. “Do you think we could delay this week’s Book Club until we get out of this mess?” I requested in my most reasonable voice. Stay calm, wait for first light, and then make our way back to the lake, possibly to drown myself and get it all over with. “Just keep quiet and don’t make any sudden movements.”

" He knelt in the dirt and started working on a knot Gage had shown him. "Good eye, Theo," I said, watching his nimble fingers. "Just remember the wind. If the breeze is at your back, the animals will smell you before you even get close." He looked up, wide-eyed. "I forgot about the smell. Thanks, Liora!” Mia followed behind him, carrying a small basket, Lena was also behind her. I think they just got back from finding some herbs or roots. "Lena said these mushrooms are safe. She let me pick them all by myself."