So today I was hunting through my memory sticks and found one full of creative writing pieces from a lunch time club I went to at school, we had a challenge to write a story based on one word that was picked randomly out of a hat. My word was Mushrooms....
The room swirled around me as another creature appeared at
the door, It’s eyes a luminous green were glaring at me. Soon I’d have a whole
army of them, I scanned the room counting them up. My eyes, by the end of it were an array of
colours, purples, blues, pinks and greens. In total there were eight of the
creatures, three of them had made themselves comfortable lounging about on the
chairs, with their feet up on the table. Another two were standing side by
side, these were the only creatures that looked remotely alike. Long pink hair
fell loosely around both their shoulders, their eyes, not ovals like human but
horizontal slits so it wasn't easy to work out exactly where they were looking.
I'm not sure whether I could name the colour of their skin, because it wasn't
really a specific colour. When I first looked at them they reminded me of a
Child's finger-painting that a parent proudly displays on the fridge. So I guess
it was more of a mixed colour, dirty rainbow like.
The first two that arrived were rummaging about in the
kitchen I could hear shelves falling and glasses smashing but felt no urge to
venture in and stop them. Presumably they were also the youngest because when
they arrived they were around my ankles asking questions about my outrageous
clothes before I‘d even had a chance to say ‘hello’. It was funny, I didn't
remember getting dressed at all let alone dressing badly; but sure enough when
I looked down at myself, outrageous my clothes were indeed.
A large crash made my eyes flicker and I turned to catch the
final moment of a light bulb hitting the floor. It was like I was watching a
movie, in slow motion, I saw every shard of glass fall and shatter but was
powerless to move and stop it. In fact I don’t think I had the energy to move.
I tried taking a step forward but then realised I was sitting down, was I a
minute ago? I couldn't remember. The final creature in the room was by far the
largest, and the ugliest. Thick hair hung from its potato shaped head; the hair
was crusted at the roots and a sickly yellow colour that got darker the further
towards its bottom it went. Huge warts covered his hands and wrists like
something out of a picture book, I could barely believe my eyes. It stood at
least seven foot with its head hunched into its shoulder, chin touching it’s
chest, I smiled; or at least tried to but I think it was more of a ‘please
don’t eat me’ kind of smile’ which I must have
pulled off well as it stood to one side and glanced around the room.
Hardly moving at all.
The two little ones came flying out of the kitchen door
faster than they realised and both crashed into me, making me topple over and
fall into the broken glass. They stood shocked, little eyes wide- scared
almost; but I couldn't say or do anything and seeing as the glass didn't hurt
me or seem to draw blood I stayed put and let them move around me to their
seats. Twisting my head in an awkward fashion I watched them both greedily
stuff food into their mouths. For children, at least I think they were children
they had very large mouths and a even larger appetite, it took me a while to
work out what exactly they were filling their bottomless stomachs with but I
caught a glimpse of the packet and realised they were mushrooms. Disgusting
things; never liked them myself always reminded me of slime, the texture in
your mouth is revolting. My mum didn't
like them either, it was just me and my mum though, dad liked them but he didn't
live here. Where was here? It wasn't my lounge we were sitting in., maybe I’d
visited the creatures home, no I was sure all eight had arrived after me.
The noise level lowered to a whisper as one of the more
comfortable creatures stepped up, taking charge. He began to talk, but in a
strange language, he sounded rather odd, but for some reason I understood him,
I wasn't listening because well I only talk English I was lip reading. His lips made the same shapes as in the
English language but gibberish came out. He was saying that we needed to pull
together and work as a team, he was saying we needed to lift someone, or
something up to examine the damage. Trying to make sense if anything he was
telling the others I must have looked confused because they all looked at me.
All eight of them, the two leftover comfortable ones got up and moved quickly
of the room, I think they were going to throw up while the two little ones
looked pale and very faint. Everything became a blur as bright lights flashed
around my eyes and the two similar creatures took the younger ones away leaving
me alone with the leader and the ugly one.
“We’re going to roll you back over now, stay calm.” I shook
my head as I felt myself roll onto my back, I was sure I was already on my back
but obviously not. Straining my eyes I searched for the creatures but saw none,
just two men in uniforms. Doctors? No one of them a doctor on of them a
policeman, standing on his walky-talky with his arms crossed. “He’s coming
round now officer.” The doctor leaned close to my face. “You’re going to be
taken to the hospital okay?” I think I nodded but I couldn't be sure. I looked
again for the creatures but the policeman stood where the ugly one was and the
doctor was blocking my view of the rest of the room. I heard my name, it was
coming from the policeman’s mouth. He was talking to somebody through his
walky-talky. I could hear him.
“We've got a fifteen year old male here, we think he’s under
the influence of hallucinogenic fungi, he’s delirious and badly hurt. Several
wounds to the back and thighs from a house party, we think he may have glass
shards in the wounds, over.”
