In the Inderia forest, I saw a large mushroom bigger than my house. Perfect for food! I looked under to see the wrinkled gill. Reaching up to touch it, I remembered a rule my father told me. “Never touch the gill of a mushroom, it kills you in an instant.” I slowly lowered my hand, I didn’t need more food anyways. I started to feel wistful, I haven’t seen my father or his favorite boat and oar of it in eight years. We went on adventures all the time. Longing home, but I knew it’s too dangerous over there. I sat under the mushroom with a melancholy feeling.
100 words – A short story
How impressive!! Your story is magical and amazing. Well done for managing to fit all of the prompt words in and keeping your story coherent and clear. This almost feels like a scene from Alice in Wonderland – I definitely recommend it if you haven’t ever seen it. Keep up the great work.