Little Mushroom Novels & Stories

At one point, we found Mara kneeling over Lissa's unconscious form near a patch of suspiciously red mushrooms. "She just collapsed!" Mara sobbed. "One minute she was fine, the next, " Cressa checked Lissa's pulse while I examined the mushrooms. "Wild mushrooms," I identified. "Not fatal, but it'll keep her unconscious for some hours." "We can't leave her!" "We don't have a choice," Cressa said bluntly. "Trial rules are clear, no outside aid. We can't carry dead weight." I left a canteen of water and propped Lissa against a tree where she'd be visible. It was the most we could do.

(Migumi’s POV) I kneel in the soft earth, a piece of cloth spread on the ground. I’m currently picking wild mushrooms from the base of an old oak tree. Their caps are smooth and damp, a deep brown that tells me they’re safe to eat. The fox that slept with me last night was already gone when I woke up this morning. It honestly made me sad. The fox was a great silent companion. It gave me comfort for a short while. But I guess nothing stays forever. I try to push the feeling aside, focusing instead on gathering enough mushrooms to cook.

The leaves were still a little pale compared to normal sunlight-grown ones, but considering the constant rain, it wasn't bad. Eating nothing but meat would get rough on the stomach. Nicole grabbed a mushroom growing kit, thick with oyster mushrooms and golden mushrooms, and headed to Hughie's apartment. The three of them were stunned. Fresh greens. Fresh mushrooms. "Nicole, you could win a survival show with this," Jeremy said. "I just got lucky," she shrugged. "I bought these kits online when I moved in. Didn't think they'd actually grow." "Is there anything you can't figure out?" Jeremy asked.