The Little Mushroom Novel Novels & Stories

she says before pulling a thick black book and walking back towards me. She scans the pages for a bit, and I try to see what she’s seeing, only to find the book written in that same odd alphabet as on the Keep’s door. A small frown suddenly furrows her brow. “Do you remember the color of those mushrooms?” “Blood red with yellow and black pustules,” I say. “It gave me a bad feeling the second I saw them.”

I stand and storm off for the elevator down one level to my apartment. ‘Mmmm…what's that delectable smell?’ my fox, Shiro, asks. ‘Not that you care, but it’s the man we work for,’ I reply. ‘He smells sooo good,’ Shiro says. ‘That’s the first thing you say in over six years and you have to be captain obvious!?’ I snap at my fox. ‘If you think he smells delicious you should see what he looks like.’ ‘I will now that I have hibernated enough,’ Shiro mewls.

" Lady Molly's POV It was foggy when I went outside looking for some edible mushrooms. Like the usual, I wore my cloak to protect my skin from the cold breeze and also to hide my own appearance if ever someone would spot me in here. Edible mushrooms cannot be found here in the North part of the forest. So, I have no other choice but to return to where our old cottage is. There are also lots of dried leaves on the floor but some of them are wet so it doesn't make any crunchy sounds at all. While walking towards an endless path, I have noticed a quiet nasty smell coming near me. It smells like rotten flesh and dead rats. Because of the fog that was hindering my line of sight, I can't figure ou

I thought for a while and then turned the next page again. This page and the pages that follow are all about culture, holidays, and houses (houses of the dwarves quite surprised, I thought they would live in small wooden houses like the dwarfs in the Bach story). Snow, they live in houses that look like mushrooms)… Though I haven't seen anything of what I wanted to find out, thinking on the positive side I've learned a little better about lovable dwarves, I mean counting character, they must be very friendly. Hope it's what's in the book. Immersed in their world in a book without realizing someone had put on my table a piece of rose cake, if not for the wonderful scent; I didn't realize it a

I screamed loudly, my voice was loud enough to make Albert and Jasmine both stop in their way… I pulled string of my horse and halted it, in meantime I hopped down and went to check mushroom, upon looking closely I realized this at ‘table mushroom’ and very much edible. “Will mushroom satisfy your hunger?” I questioned Jasmine who had also hopped down from her horse and was now heading towards me, Albert was also following her. “What are we doing?” Albert questioned me “Having little morning treat before we regain our journey” I told Albert and showed him bunch of mushroom in my hand. He seemed to understand me, and I again turned to Jasmine “How much do you want to eat?” I questioned her “I

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.”

Alec nods in agreement, his eyes scanning the area for any potential threats. The stars are visible here, shining down on us like tiny diamonds scattered across the sky. It's peaceful, in a way that makes me forget about the dangers lurking in this pocket dimension. As I bend down to take a drink, I notice something strange farther down the bank on our side of the stream. It looks like a small cluster of mushrooms, but they're glowing with a soft, pulsing light. Without even touching the water, I straighten back up. "Hey, Alec," I say, pointing at the mushrooms. "What do you make of those?"

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.

Jules piped up. "Fabulous." I said taking my last spoonful and standing up, "I should go rest up then." "See you later pure of heart. Oh wait, maybe soiled of heart would be more accurate." Oakley called out behind me. I threw up one hand behind me in a half-hearted wave and made my way back to my cabin. It was weird not having a roommate anymore. Too still, too quiet. A note lay on my quilt. ******** Elma,

NOW YOU WILL REPLACE IT. The chasm inhales. --- **The Descent** We fall. Not into darkness-into *memory*. The void peels back, revealing a forest of towering mushrooms, their caps glowing with bioluminescent veins. The air is thick with spores that taste of iron and regret. Eden coughs, his shadowy pool spreading like ink in water. "Where...?" "Not where," I say. "*When*." The mushrooms part. A village emerges, huts built from sinew and bone. Figures move-humanoid, but their skin is bark, their eyes hollow pits filled with fireflies. They hum as they work, butchering a creature that is all teeth and too many eyes.