Little Mushroom Novels & Stories

Are those mushrooms, or something? Noah is, of course, at the stove. I take a seat at the counter in front of him, a look of mock disapproval on my face. "You didn't want to come greet me at the door?" He gestures to the hot skillet on the stove in front of him, which is filled with a mixture of vegetables—diced tomatoes, sliced mushrooms, and a leafy green vegetable that looks like spinach. "This is on a high heat," he says indignantly. "I couldn't step away from it. This isn't Buckingham Palace—you can let yourself in."

When I walk back upstairs, I find another surprise, a new pair of heels the exact same shade as my briefcase hidden among the others as if it had always been there. "Dang it, Hunter," I sigh as I put them on. They look perfect with the bag and my cream-colored pantsuit. When I open the door, I see that Livy has changed her clothing AGAIN, this time wearing her favorite mushroom print dress, mushroom boots, and knit mushroom hat. Mushrooms are her current hyperfocus. You can ask her anything about mycelium and it will be a non-stop flood of facts about different fungi and where to find them She must be nervous about her first day if she’s wearing so many mushrooms–They are like her lucky char

I set my backpack down and carefully unfold the quilt. Morels are ugly. They look like dried brains. Still, I hold the jar up proudly. They’re all whole. No pieces. For a second, ShroomForager3000’s face lights up, but then his lips turn down, his thin, dark brows spearing together. “Oh, man. These aren’t as big as they looked in the pics.” Yes, they are. These are the exact same mushrooms. “Maybe it’s seeing them in a jar.” For the pictures, I laid them out on a table.

Theodore’s POV I chopped the boren mushrooms while the spies slept. I was pretty sure none of them knew the difference between regular and magical ingredients, but I tried to meal prep while they slept just in case. The boren mushrooms had such a strange, gangly shape, but they had come to be one of my favorite additions to almost every meal for their flavor and how much they rejuvenated my magic. Smelling something burning, I turned back to the stove where the crinal was cooking at a simmer. Crinal was an allium similar to onions, but magical. That, and apparently, it cooked way faster than onions.

The oppressive hum of the Digital Palate was almost entirely absent here, replaced by a primal quiet that resonated with the Observer’s coded language. Lia knelt by a gnarled root, her fingers gently probing the soil. "Here," she whispered, her voice filled with a quiet triumph. "It’s… it’s growing beneath this old root. It’s dark, and… dense, just like the description." Bima hurried over. Nestled in the damp earth, sheltered by the ancient root, was a cluster of mushrooms. They were unlike anything Bima had ever seen. Their caps were a deep, matte black, almost velvety in texture, and they were surprisingly large, some as big as Bima’s fist. They seemed to absorb the scant light that filter

I nod. “Hmmn are you allergic to garlic, I used quite a lot?” “It doesn’t matter, everything you do is fine..” “Look at that. You have to eat the mushrooms first over the soup. That's the magic. Take another scoop from the mushrooms.” She takes my spoon, scoops a portion of mushrooms and hands it over. “Thanks dear wife.” “You don’t eat garlic that much, why do you like this?” She whispers, watching the spoon intently with a side scowl.

She sat down and Jeneva poured a cup of rice on her plate and put the mushroom soup on the center of the table. "Tell me if it's not your liking," said by Jeneva and stares at her when she starts eating the spoon of mushroom soup. It was good and has a unique taste, it was her first time to eat the kind of dish—mushroom soup she meant. She let out a soft smile making Jeneva grinned from ear to ear and poured more mushroom soup on her plate. She was happy that the child likes her dish. She woke up early as the chicken's sound to collect the portabella mushrooms. It wasn't that hard to find but it's hard to cook especially when you still need to boil it to avoid infection.

Zen collected them happily and spotted several rarer species of mushrooms, such as the medical Lingzhi mushroom and even the Lion Mane mushroom, which could be very costly in high-end vegetarian restaurants. The mossier the area, the higher the chances of finding a rare mushroom. Zen became excited as he stumbled upon the more expensive type of mushrooms in the dungeon and lost track of his original objective. He started climbing rocks, trees and scaling caves until he accidentally ran into a wig-wearing purple mushroom variant hanging upside down from a tall branch. “Skree!”

Jeanne was just so used to those jokes. “Ah, I have another one. Even Jeanne never heard of this,” said Ma. “Hit me up,” replied Jeanne. She looked forward to the joke. Aaron sipped the coffee. “Okay... Do you know why mushrooms like to party?” Asked Ma. This time the two of them stayed silent. “This one's hard,” said Aaron while thinking for the answer. “Cause they had those polka dots? I mean they got quite nice costumes there,” Jeanne tried to answer.

And the truth was, I was running out of options. If help didn’t come soon—and it might not—I needed my body working well enough to keep looking for a way out of here. So, against my better judgment, I picked the smallest mushroom and ate it before I could talk myself out of it. It tasted like dirt, with an aftertaste of more dirt and maybe a hint of shit. I grimaced, gagging, but forced myself to swallow despite everything I knew about strange, foul-tasting mushrooms.