Write about two characters going apple picking.

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“Watchdog of the Orchard” by M Nieto

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“How many of these are good?” Rosie asked, standing on her tiptoes to read the topmost row of apple… flavors? Breeds? “Uh,” Max said, bending down to scan the list. There were about twenty different apples, all with their own seasons and “Sweet-Tang Rating,” marked by little pictures and graphs so small that it did not seem possible that the bulk of apple-pickers could read them with any amount of ease. In all, Max knew about five of them. “Honeycrisp is good,” he said, pointing. Rosie’s dark eyes followed his fingertip to the appl...

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“The Lost Boy” by Azalea Young

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“How about this one?” Mary holds up a ruby red apple, the skin covered in golden speckles and small patches of green.“No,” I place the apples in my hands into our basket, the wood catching on my gloves as I do so. “It’s not red enough yet.”Mary rolls her eyes and chucks it into the basket anyways. “You said that about the last ten I picked. There’s nothing wrong with them!” She turns away from me, her short curls bobbing in the breeze. “Not everything can be perfect you know, Alice.”“Apple’s can.” I turn back to the stout tree in front of me...

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“Autumn ” by Brittany Shinault

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"By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire ". Or so it seemed that way because of the autumn sun shining on them. The sun would always shine on the leafs a certain way giving them a look as if they were on fire. The entire street block on both sides had trees that looked like they were on fire. I think I would be completely devastated if I had to move from this place. This was the most beautiful part of Maine in my opinion, and all the tourist that came thought so as well. I always loved walking to my best friend Naythans house ...

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“A Year in Past and a Year in Future” by Shiri G

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Stacy was cooking pasta when she had a call. She usually didn't receive much calls but that day she was expecting one. Last year on 10th of October both her parents died. Her aunt asked her to stay with her but she wanted to stay close to her parents by living in her parents home. Stacy was already an adult by then so she could not be forced. "I will be there by 11." Stacy's Aunt, Florence, said. Florence was Stacy's only living relative who lived two stations away in Danes. Florence loved her niece but her relations with her brother were ...

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“The Rotten Apple” by Anahy Aguirre

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One day, in the afternoon on October 28th, there was a class known to be obnoxiously loud. It was the third grade class. The teacher sent two students, Tachi and Bridgette to go apple picking to make some apple pie. The two students headed outside to the school’s apple tree garden. ¨So, should we get red apples or green apples?¨said Bridgette. ¨Let’s get the rotten apples, because they describe my soul,¨ said Tachi ¨Ummm, no. I feel like we should get half and half,¨ replied Bridgette. ¨Guys, Ms. Holmes said to hurry up...

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“Two Different Apples” by Georgia Anstey

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Sunday, the best day to go apple picking in my opinion, quiet with the sun shining on the autumn leaves. First job of the day though is to pick up a new recruit or volunteer I should say, we have them come to the orchard every few weeks however its gone down to a few months, this is the first I’ve heard of in 7 weeks. ‘’So Samantha, whats the name of this volunteer you have to pick up?’’ my mum asks. ‘’I’m not sure, they never really say much about the person just where to pick them up’’ I reply ‘’well anyway they have a great teacher’’ she...

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“Rules of the Harvest” by Tagan Dodds

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Reaching for an apple-picking basket, Davyn did as he was told that morning (and every other) and inspected the rules on the tool shed wall. His younger brother Kersil stood silently beside him, reading the rules also. It was dark, as it always was in the shed, but the reaper behind them commanded regardless that they read the rules aloud. Such was protocol by now. "Rule 1. The apple trees are dead, but grow apples regardless. There will never be a ripe apple, but we will pick them regardless." The brothers spoke in unison, the reaper sile...

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“Trestle Bridge Orchard” by Ramore991 Amore

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Jesse DuPont sat upright in his cell cot. His vision was still hazy after waking up so suddenly. He could hear his cellmate Frank arguing with one of the prison guards. Officer Shumpert, he had a deep, resonating voice, and at well over six feet tall he was equally intimidating in stature. Shumpert grabbed Frank by the collar and dragged him out of the cell. Thwack, thwack, thwack, the sickening sound of a club against flesh. Each successive blow sounding more hideous than the last. Jesse could only sit there helplessly quivering. Shumpert s...

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“Apples are Sweet” by Sandeep Kaur

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The ground remained hidden under the multiplex shades of orange that shifted every now and then when the blowing wind meets it and sweeps it up taking it to places. The air felt chillier than usual on that morning but that never stopped her from taking a step in the world outside of her warm and fragrant cottage. She rarely enjoyed the cinnamon burning on the stove early morning, but she never complained. The morning felt special in a way every morning does to someone who is introduced to the subject for the first time. She took a fo...

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“Is there a full moon tonight” by Josie Gilbert

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“Is there a full moon tonight?” Archie asked. “Not quite. Maybe tomorrow or the day after. Why are you asking?” Stan replied. “I was cycling down the lane that runs behind the vicarage and out towards the home farm this afternoon. You remember that abandoned house? The one with the long garden with the fence round it?” Stan nodded silently. “The Bramley apples are ripe now and they’re falling off the branches that overhand that lane. I thought we could do a bit of scrumping, like we did when we were lads. No-one will see us and I fancy reliv...

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“THE LAST VILLAGE ON THIS ROAD” by Sonia Chauhan

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They meandered over a moss covered mountain. The road was slight patch of freshly laid tar, barely enough to contain their hulk of a Jeep. He was at the wheel while she rode shotgun, one hand resting over her churning stomach. “God damn it, there’s that goddamn bus,” she grumbled, pulling a grimace. The bus rushed at them as if being driven solely by gravity, its rickety frame rattling the mountain quiet. It stopped an inch away, barely an inch away. She gripped the overhead grab handle. “He'...

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“it's not like it seems ” by Cyrine DRIDI

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Childhood isn't just a bunch of years we spend enjoying innocence and free time after school. It is the the inspiraion of great decisions we make in our lives. Steve and I got the chance to know each other since we were 1 day old. We were born in the countryside where neighbors are part of the family. His mother and mine were best friends, we could just call them sisters. They believed it was a sign of a delightful life ahead that both of them gave us birth at the same day and exact hour. For them it was a proof of their pure love...

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“MOTHER NATURE'S GIFT” by Gospel Wilson

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The streets of Lefa were flooded with it’s inhabitants both strangers and citizens as they all hurriedly ran passed each other for safety at the sound of the heavy storm, everyone was terrified. The streets knew no peace, young and old wished the storm was just a nightmare. How cloudy was the atmosphere, darkness covered the city, hearts of men skipped frequently as thunder and lightning frightened all with it’s hilarious sounds as if on a mission to kill someone. Families got...

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“SAVOR” by Tyler Miclean

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SAVOR By Tyler Miclean Tom was waiting for Ruth to sit down at the coffee table before he said anything. She crossed the kitchen to the cupboard and got out a mug. Tom was a statue, but his eyes followed her around the kitchen. Ruth filled her mug and came over to the table to set it down. She pulled her chair back, dragging it loudly on the wood floor, and plopped herself down. She gave a little performance, sighing dramatically, to make light of her creaky, step by step, morning routine Tom took in a deep breath and...

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“In Bittersweet Spirits” by M. Montoya

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At John Wiliker's Orchard, the apples are bitter and sour as the wind. At John Wiliker's Orchard, the hayrides are short and the workers are dreary as the drooping leaves on the trees. At John Wiliker's Orchard, there are two apple cider stands, and neither of them are particularly enjoyable. There are only two reasons why the establishment receives visitors year after year, one, their apple fritters, which seem to completely contradict the taste of the apples themselves, and two, the ghosts in the red delicious orchard. James has never li...

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Write about two characters going apple picking.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 249 stories

“Watchdog of the Orchard” by M Nieto

“The Lost Boy” by Azalea Young

“Autumn ” by Brittany Shinault

“A Year in Past and a Year in Future” by Shiri G

“The Rotten Apple” by Anahy Aguirre

“Two Different Apples” by Georgia Anstey

“Rules of the Harvest” by Tagan Dodds

“Trestle Bridge Orchard” by Ramore991 Amore

“Apples are Sweet” by Sandeep Kaur

“Is there a full moon tonight” by Josie Gilbert

“THE LAST VILLAGE ON THIS ROAD” by Sonia Chauhan

“it's not like it seems ” by Cyrine DRIDI

“MOTHER NATURE'S GIFT” by Gospel Wilson

“SAVOR” by Tyler Miclean

“In Bittersweet Spirits” by M. Montoya

🌟 Similar prompts

Set your story in a coffee shop that’s just introduced a new line of autumnal drinks.

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.)

Write about a character making fall decorations out of construction paper.

Write a story from the perspective of a bird migrating for the winter.

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