Little Mushroom Novels & Stories

Steen asked again, and it showed how stubborn the man was to get the name of food out of Vivian's lips. In the end, Vivian randomly said, "I don't like food with mushrooms." "Oh? Are you allergic to mushrooms?" Steen asked again. Shaking her head, Vivian replied, “I'm not allergic to any food, but I don't think those mushrooms are clean even if they're washed before cooking. When I was little, my mother took me to look for mushrooms in the wild, and I remember how the mushrooms were full of worms at that time. I can't get a picture of the worms every time I see a mushroom."

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?"

Cara shivered despite the mild weather. “That’s what we’re trying to figure out,” I said quietly, kneeling beside a moss-covered log. “But right now, let’s focus on finding these mushrooms. Theo’s wife needs them, and that’s something concrete we can actually do to help.” “There!” Cara suddenly exclaimed, pointing to a cluster of pale, delicate fungi growing at the base of a nearby oak tree. “Moonflake mushrooms!” I moved closer, examining them carefully. Sure enough, in the dappled shade, they had that characteristic faint blue luminescence.

She quickly straightened in her seat, sitting rigidly upright. Paul leaned back. "It looks fine. The heat has irritated it a bit, but there's no blistering. Some more cold water should help." "Th-Thank you, Dr. Jefferson," Miranda stammered, taking a couple more gulps of ice water to cool her face. "Ooh, what kind of mushroom is this?" she asked, trying to change the subject. "Almond mushroom, also called mushroom of the sun," he replied. "They're tiny and cute…" she murmured as he placed a few more onto her plate.

I said quietly. “Exactly like that,” Luciana said, and she didn’t look happy that she was right. She set the jar down and picked up the second one. The liquid inside was dark blue, and even in the bright light of the tent, I could see a faint glow at the edges. “The merchant called this lantern cap. It’s a mushroom that grows on rotting wood in caves. It shines a little in the dark, which is why the base toxin looked like it was glowing when you saw me pouring it.”

“Fucking Ace. Wild garlic. I bet Aria would love some garlic knots.” “Hell so would I. Now if we could convince Greta to do a pizza night I think everyone would be happy,” Ransom says. He and Hazel begin harvesting the bulbs carefully. Nearby, Elliot crouches beside a patch of mushrooms, inspecting them. “Lionsmane.These are good." For the next hour we move through the forest stumbling across hidden treasures, including some bushes of wild blueberries that Hazel seems especially excited about. Elliot identifies edible mushrooms with surprising accuracy earning him praise from Ransom that makes the male's chest puff out.

As soon as the pulley was turned, green tendrils opened wide like curtains, a light made of glowing mushrooms of various colors filled the whole place. The field that was pitch black was lit up by the beautiful neon colors. Giant trees lined up, there were also a few smaller trees, but still big enough to make room in them. Each tree has a door with a sign on top of the door, such as the Kitchen, Warehouse, Tool Case, and so on. Lillian approached one of the glowing yellow mushrooms and touched it gently with sparkling eyes. Phillip himself was so amazed at this sight, he looked around enthusiastically. Even Wiggy's annoying bugs look beautiful together with the neon glow of the mushrooms.

There was something like branches, but it was wider, and when they went past it, she just realized that those were big sized mushrooms. These mushrooms were creamy white in color, like oyster mushrooms, but their size was so wide that some were actually wide enough to act as bridge between trees. The lighting here wasn't that much different from below the mushroom canopy, but it was surely a bit brighter. Upon passing the wide mushroom, there was a group of people there, also four fairies with different colors. They were sitting and resting near the bark. Beto gasped when she saw one of the figures sitting there on the big mushroom platform, among the group. And she said the name in reflex a

It smells like umami and is delicious. Like getting a jackpot, she was right in her suspicion that this oak tree contained the fungus he had been looking for all this time. She held the white object with great enthusiasm. Her first search turned out to be fruitful. Two medium-sized mushrooms she thought were enough to take home and were addressed by Uncle Lashawn. Rena stood up and turned around, but her eyes widened because someone was waiting behind her. "Ah, you startled me." "You got that rare mushroom?" The woman wearing a thick coat looked at Rena's hand holding a mushroom.

I gave up a long time ago. I wrap the cloth over my basket to keep the sun shining through the tree branches and spoiling my bounty. The mushrooms are found beneath the densest trees, in the darkest areas, at the base of their trunks. They are scarce. And potent. It takes only a small amount to cause the damage they are known for.