Mushrooms...

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.”