There was a toadstool in the yard, and when she looked further she saw that there were many, in a ring. It was a a fairy ring as her granddaughter would say, something magical.
little red one with a princess sitting on top, the browns and funghi and the yumminess of Alba truffles this time of year. I once went up a mountain in Italy and had the best meal of my life, all with truffles. How sad, pigs find truffles thinking they are lovers and are so disappointed to find a vegetable, for the farmer…
NG
There was a toadstool growing in the backyard, right where all those weeds used to be. I could’ve sworn that I made sure that none could grow again, but there it was, sitting there like it owned the place and like it’d been there. It was not welcome in this yard, though, and I grabbed my shovel warningly, exclaiming “You’d better watch out, buddy, your time is up!”
The easiest onnes to see are always the most poisonous. They stik out res, yellow, hypercolours amongst the composting leaves and moss. Screaming Eat Me, I’m tasty, but trust me, they are no better than pepper.
It was a short little thing, rubbery and round with a thick white stem and a spotted red cap – something straight out of a storybook.
Catherine
“Why are you so annoying?”
“Why are you such an idiot?”
“Me?! You’re the idiot here, you dumbass!”
“What the heck is your problem, you brainless prick?”
“It’s you, you insensitive punk!”
“What?! I can’t believe how much you annoy me! You-you-you-you TOADSTOOL!”
“Haa?! Toadstool? That’s not even a word, you-you-you- AH, YOU ANNOY ME SO MUCH I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO CALL YOU ANYMORE!
Anaid Skylight
Alright, now I googled and know what toadstool means, I’ll tell you a simple story. One fine day, I was examining mushrooms in the forest when I saw a shiny toadstool which stood out among all the other dull ones. Upon inspection, I realize that it was a frog.
I seriously have no idea what a toadstool is. But I’m still going to write about it. I think… maybe toadstool is a… okay, I really don’t know. Don’t bash me for this. Please.
I fell to the ground after I missed my step while walking in the yard yesterday. If that was not bad enough, I had the misfortune however to step in some toadstool as I attempted to regain my composure.
i rememebr when i was younger i would always say i was a fairy. i wore pink tutus and dollar store wings. i was so happy as i spun around in my cheap wings and cheap tutu. i would sit on the toadstools and blow fairy kisses to the snails and i would wear flowers in my hair and i used to think i was the most beautiful girl ever. funny how things change.
I saw them hiding under the toadstool. The little ones. The little fairies with their transparent wings and their crystal eyes and their little delicate fingers over their mouths trying to hold in their tweets to keep me from seeing them but they were too late. I got on my knees and looked at them and they tried to back up only to fall into a puddle which to me was just a drop.
Laura French
You stop short at the conspicuous ring of brightly colored toadstools, the rubber souls of your shoes sliding slightly on the rain-soaked grass.
Carmilla tugs on your wrist but you don’t budge and, when she looks back, her brows are drawn together in a frown. “What’s wrong?”
A toadstool sounds like a stool in the shape of a toad. That will be pretty silly.
Daphne
This i a green stool that jump to you when you want to sit down. And it likes to eat flies.
Lukas
This is a green wooden beautiful thing where an important gigantic frog look-a-like can sit and have a lovely view over his kingdom :)
lotta
It’s green and black. It has toadlegs but it cannot walk.
Dennis
I don’t know what to write. I think it is a green little tihing.
Jacob
A toad is like a frog. Frogs are harmless small creatures that like to be near water. They are green and brown. A stool is a thing you can sit on. A frog might be on a stool.
Albin Andersson
i think that it’s green becues it a toadstool
Emil
I was on my way home from my best friend Toad. He is a pink little animal with 67 eyes. He speaks spanish. He eats bugs and other disgusting things.
kalle eriksson
Green/brown. Wooden posibly, stool, saying quack. jumping around. A bigger version o the famuos frogstool.
Ida
She says,
“Why don’t you sit beside me,
and share amanita dreams,
here on my toadstool shore?
We’ll said seas of iridescent beams —
blending at the seams,
sailing with me on my spore?”
I’d miss you already (from getting so close)
and sitting near you on lotus lily pad.
You see, my heart is weary and full of polyps;
and my memories are heavy and awful sad.
A stroll through the unexplored forest behind your cottage brings you to a patch of toadstools, each little umbrellas sticking out from the ground ready to be picked. But as appetizing as they may look, gleaming in their succulent tans, one of these can hold a poison that makes you see and hear what not exists.
He was sitting in the forest, among the Fae. They had invited him there at the last minute, for you see, Fairy parties are known for being the best in the land, and having the best music, of course, they’re also known for being completely tone deaf, so they hire a DJ, which he happens to be.
K
When I think of a toadstool I think of junior high my room had a black in white glow in the dark poster of a frog on toadstool
TJones
He step on the toadstool full of blood. The toadstool has gone slippery because of the blood but still he managed to climb quickly and balanced himself in one leg. It does not matter how disgusting he will get as long as he got a quick glance on what’s happening on the other side of the wall.
sha
The frog couldn’t believe the way the duck was looking at him. It was as though he’d never seen what a toad could do before. I mean he’d thought it was common knowledge that toads were the best craftsmen around. And yes, many animals had forgotten his little shop in the woods, but he hadn’t thought it was this bad.
Zoe
what an odd thing
to sit and touch your skin
in the darkness
to unravel you slowly
with my fingertips
and feel the warmth creep up my bones
every pore in my skin
is open
and my toes
they wiggle
sometimes, i feel so minuscule in the world. like a fleck of duct sitting on a window of a toadstool in some enchanted forest. far away and far different than anything even remotely like me and when i become aware of these feelings, i take second to think about how nice it is to be so individualistic and enjoy the feeling of being alone.
Kelsey-Lynn
What the hell is a toadstool? I hate toads with a passion. They gross me out and make me scream like a little girl. Ugh.
GIna B
On the side of the road Lydia spotted a toadstool- or what she thought might be a toadstool because I legitimately have no clue what a toadstool is. Anyhow, she and Charles proceeded along thusly, ignoring the ugly thing, and made their way down to Blackwood Manor as previously stated. This is a weird prompt.
She squatted in the grass, which left long wet streaks across her yellow skirt. The tails of the fabric, which were sipping out of her hand as her mouth slipped open, dragged through mud. She reached with her free head and poked the fungal protrusion. It was spongy and bounced in place.
You gave me shit for being a city kid and falling in love with a forest girl. She never wore shoes in my apartment and grew flowers on my window ledge. She said the smog suffocated her lungs, made me give up cigarettes. We didn’t last, you know.
Jazz
The difference between a toadstool and a mushroom is not something I know much about! I will probably look it up on Google after I finish writing this entry. This is quite a fun way to do a quick write!
What the hell is a toadstool? Like toad poop? Or maybe a tiny wooden stool that toads sit on? I can picture a toad with a smoking pipe and red jacket sitting cross-legged on a wooden stool with a little detective hat. The thought makes me grin.
Toadstool sounds like a type of poisonous mushroom, and the thought of poisonous mushrooms always disturbed me because it’s such a mundane activity that can kill you – one minute you’re in the forest with your grandma, the next minute you are dead.
I guess that’s all of life, though, and with mushroom picking you may be more aware of the risks.
Daniela
The little faieries danced around the trees, littered with young toadstools. There was so many festivities, so many odd shapes and colors, as many different ones as there were fae. The grass was dazzled by the dew drops.
Wappa picked up a red toadstool from a cluster and proceeded to devour it in one bite. I reached out my hand to stop her, only to find the fungus disappearing between her teeth all too late. However, she did not succumb to sickness, nor go green to red to purple to ultimately white in the face. Instead, she burped, sighed with satisfaction, and patted her stomach.
“You see poison,” she told me, “I see din-din.”
Belinda Roddie
Today I went to sit down. In my favorite spot, by the window. I had my book in my hands and my butt ready to perch on the seat. But instead of finding solid wood, I found slimy toads beneath me!
Rachel
I was sitting in the middle of a thicket, overgrow brush, sprinkles of light through tall oaks. Nearby was a small outcrop of toadstools, red and yellow, and orange – glistening in the areas that the sun caught their warm palate. I hadn’t eaten in months, save for a few dusty moths I found under the bed, and these few kaleidoscopic pieces of fungus would save me. If only I had known they belonged to him, I would still be alive.
There was a toadstool in the yard, and when she looked further she saw that there were many, in a ring. It was a a fairy ring as her granddaughter would say, something magical.
little red one with a princess sitting on top, the browns and funghi and the yumminess of Alba truffles this time of year. I once went up a mountain in Italy and had the best meal of my life, all with truffles. How sad, pigs find truffles thinking they are lovers and are so disappointed to find a vegetable, for the farmer…
There was a toadstool growing in the backyard, right where all those weeds used to be. I could’ve sworn that I made sure that none could grow again, but there it was, sitting there like it owned the place and like it’d been there. It was not welcome in this yard, though, and I grabbed my shovel warningly, exclaiming “You’d better watch out, buddy, your time is up!”
The easiest onnes to see are always the most poisonous. They stik out res, yellow, hypercolours amongst the composting leaves and moss. Screaming Eat Me, I’m tasty, but trust me, they are no better than pepper.
It was a short little thing, rubbery and round with a thick white stem and a spotted red cap – something straight out of a storybook.
“Why are you so annoying?”
“Why are you such an idiot?”
“Me?! You’re the idiot here, you dumbass!”
“What the heck is your problem, you brainless prick?”
“It’s you, you insensitive punk!”
“What?! I can’t believe how much you annoy me! You-you-you-you TOADSTOOL!”
“Haa?! Toadstool? That’s not even a word, you-you-you- AH, YOU ANNOY ME SO MUCH I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO CALL YOU ANYMORE!
Alright, now I googled and know what toadstool means, I’ll tell you a simple story. One fine day, I was examining mushrooms in the forest when I saw a shiny toadstool which stood out among all the other dull ones. Upon inspection, I realize that it was a frog.
I seriously have no idea what a toadstool is. But I’m still going to write about it. I think… maybe toadstool is a… okay, I really don’t know. Don’t bash me for this. Please.
Have a good day.
I fell to the ground after I missed my step while walking in the yard yesterday. If that was not bad enough, I had the misfortune however to step in some toadstool as I attempted to regain my composure.
i rememebr when i was younger i would always say i was a fairy. i wore pink tutus and dollar store wings. i was so happy as i spun around in my cheap wings and cheap tutu. i would sit on the toadstools and blow fairy kisses to the snails and i would wear flowers in my hair and i used to think i was the most beautiful girl ever. funny how things change.
I saw them hiding under the toadstool. The little ones. The little fairies with their transparent wings and their crystal eyes and their little delicate fingers over their mouths trying to hold in their tweets to keep me from seeing them but they were too late. I got on my knees and looked at them and they tried to back up only to fall into a puddle which to me was just a drop.
You stop short at the conspicuous ring of brightly colored toadstools, the rubber souls of your shoes sliding slightly on the rain-soaked grass.
Carmilla tugs on your wrist but you don’t budge and, when she looks back, her brows are drawn together in a frown. “What’s wrong?”
A toadstool sounds like a stool in the shape of a toad. That will be pretty silly.
This i a green stool that jump to you when you want to sit down. And it likes to eat flies.
This is a green wooden beautiful thing where an important gigantic frog look-a-like can sit and have a lovely view over his kingdom :)
It’s green and black. It has toadlegs but it cannot walk.
I don’t know what to write. I think it is a green little tihing.
A toad is like a frog. Frogs are harmless small creatures that like to be near water. They are green and brown. A stool is a thing you can sit on. A frog might be on a stool.
i think that it’s green becues it a toadstool
I was on my way home from my best friend Toad. He is a pink little animal with 67 eyes. He speaks spanish. He eats bugs and other disgusting things.
Green/brown. Wooden posibly, stool, saying quack. jumping around. A bigger version o the famuos frogstool.
She says,
“Why don’t you sit beside me,
and share amanita dreams,
here on my toadstool shore?
We’ll said seas of iridescent beams —
blending at the seams,
sailing with me on my spore?”
I’d miss you already (from getting so close)
and sitting near you on lotus lily pad.
You see, my heart is weary and full of polyps;
and my memories are heavy and awful sad.
A stroll through the unexplored forest behind your cottage brings you to a patch of toadstools, each little umbrellas sticking out from the ground ready to be picked. But as appetizing as they may look, gleaming in their succulent tans, one of these can hold a poison that makes you see and hear what not exists.
He was sitting in the forest, among the Fae. They had invited him there at the last minute, for you see, Fairy parties are known for being the best in the land, and having the best music, of course, they’re also known for being completely tone deaf, so they hire a DJ, which he happens to be.
When I think of a toadstool I think of junior high my room had a black in white glow in the dark poster of a frog on toadstool
He step on the toadstool full of blood. The toadstool has gone slippery because of the blood but still he managed to climb quickly and balanced himself in one leg. It does not matter how disgusting he will get as long as he got a quick glance on what’s happening on the other side of the wall.
The frog couldn’t believe the way the duck was looking at him. It was as though he’d never seen what a toad could do before. I mean he’d thought it was common knowledge that toads were the best craftsmen around. And yes, many animals had forgotten his little shop in the woods, but he hadn’t thought it was this bad.
what an odd thing
to sit and touch your skin
in the darkness
to unravel you slowly
with my fingertips
and feel the warmth creep up my bones
every pore in my skin
is open
and my toes
they wiggle
sometimes, i feel so minuscule in the world. like a fleck of duct sitting on a window of a toadstool in some enchanted forest. far away and far different than anything even remotely like me and when i become aware of these feelings, i take second to think about how nice it is to be so individualistic and enjoy the feeling of being alone.
What the hell is a toadstool? I hate toads with a passion. They gross me out and make me scream like a little girl. Ugh.
On the side of the road Lydia spotted a toadstool- or what she thought might be a toadstool because I legitimately have no clue what a toadstool is. Anyhow, she and Charles proceeded along thusly, ignoring the ugly thing, and made their way down to Blackwood Manor as previously stated. This is a weird prompt.
She squatted in the grass, which left long wet streaks across her yellow skirt. The tails of the fabric, which were sipping out of her hand as her mouth slipped open, dragged through mud. She reached with her free head and poked the fungal protrusion. It was spongy and bounced in place.
You gave me shit for being a city kid and falling in love with a forest girl. She never wore shoes in my apartment and grew flowers on my window ledge. She said the smog suffocated her lungs, made me give up cigarettes. We didn’t last, you know.
The difference between a toadstool and a mushroom is not something I know much about! I will probably look it up on Google after I finish writing this entry. This is quite a fun way to do a quick write!
What the hell is a toadstool? Like toad poop? Or maybe a tiny wooden stool that toads sit on? I can picture a toad with a smoking pipe and red jacket sitting cross-legged on a wooden stool with a little detective hat. The thought makes me grin.
Toadstool sounds like a type of poisonous mushroom, and the thought of poisonous mushrooms always disturbed me because it’s such a mundane activity that can kill you – one minute you’re in the forest with your grandma, the next minute you are dead.
I guess that’s all of life, though, and with mushroom picking you may be more aware of the risks.
The little faieries danced around the trees, littered with young toadstools. There was so many festivities, so many odd shapes and colors, as many different ones as there were fae. The grass was dazzled by the dew drops.
Wappa picked up a red toadstool from a cluster and proceeded to devour it in one bite. I reached out my hand to stop her, only to find the fungus disappearing between her teeth all too late. However, she did not succumb to sickness, nor go green to red to purple to ultimately white in the face. Instead, she burped, sighed with satisfaction, and patted her stomach.
“You see poison,” she told me, “I see din-din.”
Today I went to sit down. In my favorite spot, by the window. I had my book in my hands and my butt ready to perch on the seat. But instead of finding solid wood, I found slimy toads beneath me!
I was sitting in the middle of a thicket, overgrow brush, sprinkles of light through tall oaks. Nearby was a small outcrop of toadstools, red and yellow, and orange – glistening in the areas that the sun caught their warm palate. I hadn’t eaten in months, save for a few dusty moths I found under the bed, and these few kaleidoscopic pieces of fungus would save me. If only I had known they belonged to him, I would still be alive.