Write about two characters going apple picking.

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“Trees, Apples, and Love” by Anna Ewing

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“Hey, brat!” Brady says to me as he enters my garage. I’m playing my guitar so I can barely hear him, but I still can. “Hey, jerk,” I say, rolling my eyes, though I have a slight smile on my face. “So whatcha wanna do today?” Says Brady as he walks over to me and gives me a crushing hug; he knows I hate hugs. “Hey! Get off of me!” I yell as I try to push him off, but to no avail as he just brushes it off. “I was thinking we’d go apple picking,” Says a yawning Brady, who’s now clearly bored. “Yeah that’d be fine I guess, lets go now, I’m just...

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“Ciderville” by Shaqueen Reddix

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Hannah and Heather were two ten year old little girls who lived in a small town called Ciderville where during fall season, their families came together to do alot of harvesting. Every year they would have their annual fall festival and apple cider was their biggest hit. Ciderville was usually cool around this time of year. It was a nice Saturday morning good enough for apple picking. Hannah stood at her window of the home she shared with her grandma and grandpa. She moved to Ciderville with her grandparents while her parents went out of to...

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“A Season for Love and Apples” by Kristina Etter

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She held her warm coffee cup tightly in her hands as a chill in the air, slithered up the cuff of her flannel shirt. The Aspen trees' golden leaves danced across the sky like tickertape celebrating the end of a stifling hot summer. She loved the change of seasons, but it brought a certain amount of melancholy and fleeting memories of more carefree times. It was fall when they met. On their first weekend excursion, they drove north to a neighboring state to pick fresh Golden Delicious apples and enjoy the breathtaking fall colors along the ...

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“The Not So Perfect Date” by Tehya Thompson

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“Ughh, how long is this class going to last?” I asked myself as I started daydreaming about what my date with Mikey might be like. “I’m so excited to finally get out of the house after being grounded for 2 months. Ooh, I wonder where he’s going to take me” I thought as I started beaming, “what should I wear?” An hour later, the class is finally ending, “RINGGG!” cried the lunch bell and I couldn’t be more excited to get out of that boring biology class. “Sierra, could you stay back for a moment?” Asked Mrs. Carter as I nodded. ...

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“An apple a day does NOT keep the doctor away” by Rosalin Vatana

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“This is boring, Elizabeth,” Caleb, my best friend, complained rather loudly as we were walking towards the grove of apple trees. We were where I lived, a farm that was about ten kilometers away from our school. Caleb lived closer to the school than I did, only a kilometer away, but he often came over because my house was a lot cooler (he hasn’t admitted that yet, but I’m sure he’s thinking it). Caleb loves pies, especially apple pies, so when I needed to go apple picking, I immediately called him so we could get the apples together. ...

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“Cold” by Chloe Meyer

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It’s not yet 5am. It is dark still. I turn over to face the window. Moonlight settles reluctantly on the tree outside. I trace the tree’s dull outline with my eyes, a thick trunk grotesquely twisting into small branches. I count 27 branches visible in this light. I grow bored. I feel the weight of exhaustion pulling at my limbs in mockery and wonder if sleep may still take me. It is unlikely. My head still throbs from the noise of the night, the relentless berating. I become aware of a small part of my ankle protruding from my pyja...

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“Hot Apple Cider ” by Abelard Lormond

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VROOM. “Are we there yet!?” shouted two small children. The pair sat in the backseats of an SUV. “Not yet children,” answered a young caucasian woman in the passenger seat next to the driver, a young woman as well; an African-American. “How about now!?” exclaimed the agog and yearning dark skinned girl in the seat behind the driver’s seat. “Be patient Annie,” replied the driver in a mellow tone as she briefly peered into the rearview mirror. The young caucasian boy stared out of the...

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“The Apple Pickers And The Two Werewolves.” by Kaylin Carpenter

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One day Sally and her friend Molly were at school. They were planning to have a sleep over with each other at Sally’s house. Sally lives on a haunted farm. Sally told Molly that she was hearing noises coming from the barn the other day. Molly suggested that they should check it out. After school Molly went to her house and Sally went to her farm. Sally lived with her grandparents on the farm. They always seemed very sketchy and they acted like they were hiding something. The next day they both went to school. After school Molly went over to ...

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“Forbidden Fruit” by Tom Williams

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As an apple, I had always wanted to be eaten. It was as much a part of me as my stem was. Or my peel. Or my core. You could say wanting to be eaten was in my blood, or whatever the apple version of blood was. Juice, I suppose. Wanting to be eaten was in my juice. I had been hanging for many days in the great wild garden that was my home, alone but by no means lonely, ripe and waiting to be plucked and devoured, when I heard two voices break through the surrounding foliage. Here we go, I thought to myself. Showtime. From the winding ...

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“Apple Cider” by Sydney Jensen

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“This is lame,” Emily grumbled, trailing slightly behind Olivia as they walked. She stuffed her hands in the pockets of her yellow sweatshirt. Olivia rolled her eyes. She was trying to be patient with her new step-sister, but she was pushing her buttons today. “Seriously lame.” “Okay, I get it. But homemade apple cider is part of our Halloween tradition.” “But why can’t you just get it at the store?” “Because, one, homemade tastes better, and two, it’s the experience of making it together. All of us.” “You guys have s...

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“The Regret” by A. Sarkar

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The sky turned crimson indicating the arrival of fall but for the old man it was all the same. He lived in a secluded house on the skirts of the town. No one knew his name, 'the old man' that's what he was called. He has no one, no family no friends. He grows seasonal fruits and vegetables and sell them in the town's street market and during fall he would help pick apples from the apple field. It was another day for the old man as he grabbed his old ragged jute bag and sauntered to the apple field along with his Wooden cart. His life...

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“Robin Goodfellow and the Apples of Inspiration” by Ian Wilson

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Robin Goodfellow and Bobert sat at their usual table near the fireplace at the pub, as they usually did this time of the evening. The fire crackled softly, the air was filled with the smell of food and pipe-smoke, and the sounds of laughter and singing.The master thief and his apprentice were waiting for a client who, according to Bobert, would pay quite a bit of money. “Where’s this so-called high-profile client, Bobert?” said Robin, lighting his pipe. “He’s coming eventually,” said Robin. “I’m beginning to wonder if he exist...

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“A Bushel and a Peck” by Nathan Clift

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Today is the day that Kyle would have to man up and do what men for thousands of generations had to do. He would have to do what men一real, true, manly men一 have gone to war for. He would have to face his fears and slay the beast. It would take all of his courage, but he will do what he has to do to do the impossible: go on a date. To the normal person, this would be fine. This would be an everyday occurrence. Heck, this wouldn’t even be an issue. However, this is Kyle’s FIRST date. Not his first date ever, but his first date since th...

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“The Age of Blood” by Dominik Sorensen

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“Do you think father will return from the wars anytime soon?” Alice asked. She was young and naïve, only four years younger than Kross. Even so, thirteen and nine were far different in maturity. He was the man of the house and had to take care of his sister and mother while his father was gone. It was his duty. “I don’t know. He’ll do what has to be done to feed us, and will return when the king sees fit and wills it to be so,” he said. “But the king is mean and hurts people just for fun, that’s what mother says. She said he hurt he...

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“Just Apple Picking” by Sue Marsh

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Just Apple Picking Suzanne Marsh I should have titled this Lucy and Ethel pick apples, it is that sort of a story. My neighbor Sandy, was the type who was always talking about natural and organic vegetables and fruit. How delicious home grown items were. She, was always sending over samples. Tomato sauce that she canned or green beans fresh from the garden. She texted me one morning: “Hey, how would you like to go picking apples? There is an add in paper for Apple Granny's Barn in Middleport. It will be fun. Be ready at ten” I texted back:...

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Write about two characters going apple picking.

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✍️ 249 stories

“Trees, Apples, and Love” by Anna Ewing

“Ciderville” by Shaqueen Reddix

“A Season for Love and Apples” by Kristina Etter

“The Not So Perfect Date” by Tehya Thompson

“An apple a day does NOT keep the doctor away” by Rosalin Vatana

“Cold” by Chloe Meyer

“Hot Apple Cider ” by Abelard Lormond

“The Apple Pickers And The Two Werewolves.” by Kaylin Carpenter

“Forbidden Fruit” by Tom Williams

“Apple Cider” by Sydney Jensen

“The Regret” by A. Sarkar

“Robin Goodfellow and the Apples of Inspiration” by Ian Wilson

“A Bushel and a Peck” by Nathan Clift

“The Age of Blood” by Dominik Sorensen

“Just Apple Picking” by Sue Marsh

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Start your story with the line, “By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire.” (Whether this is a literal fire is up to you.)

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