Write about two characters going apple picking.

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“The Sun” by Grace Reardon

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She owned her late father's bookstore. The walls were packed with books, ancient she calls them. They were always old and dusty, but today she cleaned nearly every one. He was going to visit. Him. She knew this man since college. His stunning dark hair and blue eyes, his steady demeanor, and that deep voice of his exceeded the expectations of her wildest dreams. He often came to the bookstore to pick out a new book, unlike any other he always chose the oldest, the longest, the hardest to read. She liked to read short stories, often fairy tal...

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“Simple Apple Picking” by Bailey D.

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Our story starts on October 13, when I was sitting on the couch in the family room, scrolling through the upcoming events for ASPCA. Fritz (my dog) was laying on my feet, snoring softly. My little brother Tyler was playing on his Nintendo Switch on the opposite side of the couch. I was just about to sign up for the upcoming merchandise sale event when my best friend Hailey’s face popped up on my phone. Of course, she would call me when I just wanted a lazy day at home with Fritz. Reluctantly, I swiped the button and put the phone to my ear. ...

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“Veiled in Red” by Molly Leasure

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Harriet Plumb had thirteen brothers, three of which sold her soul to the devil. Four ailed from scarlet fever. And five perished in the Civil War. Just one survived Richmond unscathed—then happened upon a wayward siren. Whether or not he remains is a tale for another time. For you see, our heroine endured a most disagreeable journey. And that’s where we should be.~As ugly a crumb as dear Harriet was, there was but one demon who adored her. A demon whose feelings she did not requite. It may have been Pitheous’s metaphysical form or his s...

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“Language Barrier” by Mek R

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They drove mostly in silence. Day 2 of being married. Day 3 of having to communicate without an interpreter. The quiet seemed easier than trying to communicate; so she drove and he looked out the window at the orange, red, and gold covering the trees like a cloak.A few minutes from their destination, she tried, “Almost there!” She kept her tone bright. He turned his head to look at her, at first with a blank expression. Seeing the smile on her face, he mirrored it with his own forced smile. “Yes,” he said in his native tongue, but they both ...

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“SWEET AND SOUR” by Rinky Lotia

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The beauty of the serene environment that surrounded me, the long, shadow-casting woods that lead up to the orchids and gardens were like a stairway to heaven. Soft breeze blowing right there across my face, touching it and I felt as if my mother was patting my cheeks lightly. The sound of waves of dry maple leaves getting crushed under my feet with every little step I take made me feel like dancing on them just so to make some music out of it. I was awed by the beauty of what was surrounding me even though I witnessed it daily. My woolen ha...

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“Apples and Cinnamon” by Jane Lansing

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I wrap myself in a warm sweater. It’s October 3rd 2018. The house has felt empty and cold for exactly ten years. Ten years ago my mother left my father. I had just turned six and I barely remember my mother at all. But I do remember the smell of cinnamon. As a kid I had loved everything about cinnamon. Its deep rich smell, it's earthy color, and it's sharp taste. It was what my mother smelled like. Ever since she left my father has become non-existant. The smell of cinnamon had been scrubbed out from every floorboard and every pillow and eve...

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“Apple of my eye ” by Radhika Diksha

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ARYAMANI'm on a wobbly ladder but I don't care. I have to pluck as many apples as possible, its a freaking competition. I see the other players ravishing the whole tree, the time is ticking. But I can't move cause I'm perplexed of her beauty. How her hair are reaching her shoulders, how her smile is sweet, her eyes like small pearls shining in this fog. Right now she's standing down with a basket in her hands gesturing me to pluck the apples, but I can't move I think I have fallen in love with her. AGAINJIYASince the time I have remembered t...

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“🍎 Attracted2Apples Picking 🍎” by Manju Ladhar

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Basking in the sun, looking at sister’s kid playing and Looking at Apple tree growing in backyard gives so much relief to mind. It’s the centre of attraction of backyard for many years, to sit under this big apple tree, Beauty of tree is like a human life that grows fruits and give shade to others as token of their love, when colour of apples turn from green to red with increase in density of apples on tree with every passing day made me and my sister so much tempted and wait for apples to ripe and make jars of apples jam but winters around ...

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“An Apple Fritter Toast” by Maggie Deese

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The trees were a blur of orange, red, and yellow that burned bright against the dull, withering grass. London held a hand over her eyes to dim down the brightness of it all. The apple farm was packed—families and long-time friends gathering around for pictures and scrambling on top of one another to grab the ripest apples located at the top of the trees. London watched as a young girl hoisted herself onto her father’s shoulders and snatched a bright red apple dangling from a branch. She held it over her head like a trophy and the rest of the...

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“Appledeath” by Ari .

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“You’re wearing the sheet.” “For the last time, I am not wearing the sheet!” Cassian crossed his arms over his Guns N’ Roses shirt, floating beside the apple tree. His heavy sigh blew a strand of white hair out of his translucent face. Santi scrabbled up the bark like a squirrel. “C’mon, the ghost in the sheet’s a classic.” He popped his head through the tree, inches away from her face. “Doesn’t anyone have any respect for the dead these days?” “Pssssh. You are such a boomer.” “Don’t call me that! I was born&nbs...

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“AppleHound Farms” by Pratheeksha R

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It was a busy day at the Fox Studios; and yet the employees looked forward to it. The interviewers, cameraman, technicians, all were in anticipation of the interview of the owners of AppleHound farm & products - most popular in Northern America. Their ciders, pie, juices, jams sold in millions. There was just something about their product as opposed to the others. The interview was scheduled to go live in an hour and the founders - Arden Wilson & Mabel Wilson reported to the office. They were elegant siblings in their middle ...

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“Autumn Surprises” by Kirrtanaa Thanesh

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Christina looked out of her bedroom window. A slight breeze blew and shook some autumn leaves out of the trees. Christina heard her dad asking her to pick some apples for the hot apple pie he was making. Christina put on her coat, boots and hat, took the baskets to keep the apples in and went out to go apple picking. She went to her backyard to pick some apples on the huge apple trees. She met her best friend Amber passing by her house. Christina called to her. “Hey Amber! Wanna go apple picking?" "Sure!" replied the delighted Amber ...

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“The Den.” by Marsha Webb

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Jack and Daniel ran to the Woods behind Daniel`s house along the well-trodden path between the whispering trees that led to their favorite place, their den. Their feet crunched and cracked the lifeless branches which punctuated the silence then crumbled beneath him. The sky vanished completely underneath the rich overhanging canopy of the interwoven branches. The occasional scrabble of insects burrowing beneath the leafy carpet of tangled vegetation contrasted with the stillness of the woods.The den came into view, Daniel`s dad had...

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“Running towards the past” by Tanisha Thaosen

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It was the fall season.The leaves were crisp orange, dry and were pelting down from trees.The air tinged with mystery.The flowers faded away as the birds stopped tweeting merrily.The clouds and the sky were a dull grey and looked thunderous as if, in a bad mood.Children were going around; preparing for trick or treat and the atmosphere was chilly as a gust of wind leapt through behind the branches. There were many people in the eateries nearby and very few people roamed outside in this chilly evening.Fires shown inside the restaurants but f...

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“The Bystander” by ℝ𝔼ℕ 𝔸.ℝ

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I still remember the day, I brought her here, in this orchard for apple-picking. “It’s beautiful!”, she gushed, looking at the apples, as she climbed up a little ladder I set up for her. But fell right afterwards trying to pick it away. I couldn’t see her face clearly with all the hair messed up. But she was smiling a little, a smile with a twist to it, like the smile of a child who is determined not to weep. She climbed up again, this time pulling that apple away with all her might. I still remember how she used to carry a tiny bucket all a...

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Write about two characters going apple picking.

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✍️ 249 stories

“The Sun” by Grace Reardon

“Simple Apple Picking” by Bailey D.

“Veiled in Red” by Molly Leasure

“Language Barrier” by Mek R

“SWEET AND SOUR” by Rinky Lotia

“Apples and Cinnamon” by Jane Lansing

“Apple of my eye ” by Radhika Diksha

“🍎 Attracted2Apples Picking 🍎” by Manju Ladhar

“An Apple Fritter Toast” by Maggie Deese

“Appledeath” by Ari .

“AppleHound Farms” by Pratheeksha R

“Autumn Surprises” by Kirrtanaa Thanesh

“The Den.” by Marsha Webb

“Running towards the past” by Tanisha Thaosen

“The Bystander” by ℝ𝔼ℕ 𝔸.ℝ

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