Write about two characters going apple picking.

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“The Apple Orchard” by April Parkinson

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One afternoon last autumn, my sister Billie and I went to pick apples in the orchard at the back of Nana’s house. Nana’s apple orchard is an established acre-worth of big thick-trunked trees all in rows that sprout leafy greenery and shiny apples. In spring the tight buds pop into open flowers, and these flowers become budding fruits that Nana needs help to pick, because there are so many. And that was what Billie and I were doing in the orchard that afternoon last autumn: picking apples. Little ones, littler than usual. But so smo...

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“The Promise” by Parul Srivastava

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“Really!? You’ll take me with you? Promise?”“Promise! We’ll leave at 3 am and be back before the break of dawn. Be ready.”Anuj was elated. Krishna had finally agreed to take him along. Now that he was 14, he too will work and bring home the bread like Krishna did. After their father died mysteriously about four years ago, Krishna’s 14-year-old shoulders were burdened with providing for the family of six including himself.Anuj was up and waiting near the horse cart. The sky was clear with little diamonds scattered all over. There was ample ti...

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“Deserter” by Stafford Morgan

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There was a gun in his waistband. He probably shouldn't have brought it, let alone held onto it for this long. If he had any other option, he wouldn’t be here in the first place.The bus had dropped him a few miles from the orchard where he then lingered long enough for the next one to come and go. When he finally made his way down the road, he cut into the first row of apple trees and spent about an hour oscillating between turning back or advancing onto the house. If there was any doubt he was in the right place, this orchard dispelled it; ...

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“Apple of My Eye (sequel to "Reunion")” by Philip Clayberg

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As it got closer to mid-October, the leaves turned from green to yellow, orange, red, and pink, as if the trees were on fire. I couldn't remember another Autumn as beautiful as this one was. All too soon the leaves would all turn to brown, but until then I was going to try to enjoy every moment.My daughter heard me whistling in my bedroom as I got dressed. My tie was being difficult as I tried to tie it. But even that didn't bother me much.She came in, smiled, and said, “I haven't seen or heard you be this happy in a very long time, Pa.”“I'm...

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“Apple picking with grandma ” by Dibsysgsvn Dibwyshv

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Walking on the pavement holding my grandma's hand, I smiled widely looking at the tree leaves changing their color from green to yellow, orange, red and brown shades. Feeling the morning crisp and cold air 7 year old me held my grandmas hand tightly in the hope of some warmth. She looked at me and gave me a warn smile which I returned with the same warmth. “Are you excited to go apple picking Lucas?” She asked “Yes grandma!" I said enthusiastically and she laughed at my excitement. “You know I also use to go apple picking with my...

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“The Gift of Freedom” by B Easton

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Inside the golden garden, through grass green and good, two perfect figures walked, the first, a tall, slender man with skin white and soft as the dancing clouds high above. His arms stretched all the way down to the bucket he carried, no doubt for apples, but as with everything inside these walls, the bucket did not cause him strife. Beside him, walked the second figure, a woman with hair so fair and golden that even the sun seemed dim by comparison. Their smiles could be seen even from my spot hidden amongst the tree leaves as could their...

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“An Apple a Day” by Lily Rebecca 🐰🐾

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Every year, my family and my friends’ families used to go apple picking up the coast, normally toward the middle of autumn.There’s one that I remember especially well. The day has come. We’re all set and ready to go. We get in the car and make our way there. It’s my favourite time of year. It brings everyone together. Two hours later We arrive at the caravan park and park our van. I jump out of the car and look around for all my friends. My best friend arrives and parks next to our car. We run into each other’s arms and fall into fits ...

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“The Queen’s Orchard” by Louise Coley

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-AUTUMN- The sun hung low in the sky as they walked the rows of the orchard. The hazy, orange light warmed their backs, their shadows stretching ever further before them. The leaves had just started to turn, but the trees were still heavy with fruit. The branches sagged as though trying to tempt those below with their succulent delights. The hunter reached up and took the perfectly red apple in his hand. He twisted, snapping the stem, then turned the fruit this way and that. Not a single blemish. He rubbed the apple agai...

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“Bitter Fruit” by Rachel Macmorran

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We woke before Lauds, when the sun was barely tinting the eastern horizon with a hint of green. Our ragged blankets were cooling quickly as my mother was already moving about the hut, preparing for our day’s work. The air was sharp with the bite of autumn and a layer of dew coated the dirt floor. I snuggled deeper into our nest, but my mother nudged me with her foot. Reluctantly, I rose and tied on my shoes. The baby cried piteously as he was briefly exposed to the cold while my mother changed his swaddling cloths. He was hungry again, ...

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“In the Orchard” by Chris Buono

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I sit nervously in the passenger seat, shuffling my feet and twiddling my thumbs. I’m trying to think of something interesting to say, but every thought just sounds lame and boring. “So what’s your favorite movie?” Penny Lakes asks after a few moments of silence. I explain to her that my favorite movie is a drama about Italian-American gangsters and the family dynamic of their empire. Hers is a comedy about a sixteen-year-old boy in Whales who is trying to lo...

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“Abernathy’s Orchard” by PK Spice

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Twelve-year-old Mark Reynolds was getting a head start on teenage angst. He was beyond annoyed his mother was forcing him to go apple picking on a Saturday he could have spent playing video games, eating junk food, and texting his friends.Mark hadn’t been out to Wentworth Acres since he was ten.Admittedly, he’d loved going there when he was a kid. Picking apples, riding the hay wagon out to the field beyond the orchard to choose the perfect pumpkin to carve and put on the front step, running around the haybale castle, whooshing down the slid...

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“Pick Your Own Apple Pie,” by P. Jean

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(Write about two characters going apple picking.) Last night I went out on my porch roof, a folded blanket under me and a fleece throw to keep off the night air. I layed on my back, the night sky dark and full of stars. I tried to imagine far away galaxies, seeing things never before seen by human eyes, maybe even creatures vastly different from us. The problem was, as exciting and fantastic as far away stars and planets might seem, Gina could not keep her mind on the sky. She felt like she had been drawn up and d...

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“PASSIONS PICK PERMANENCE” by Dawood Abbasi

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Nasser was a young trader of apples in the Valley of Kashmir. He had made an advance purchase of a large apple garden in the premises of the capital city of Srinagar. To buy the apple crop two or three months earlier was a general customary trend there. The traders used to procure the fruit garden much before the ripening season. Though apples were collected from the trees by the last days of September yet the gross transactions by the traders were usually made in July. All the fruit dealers followed the traditional purchasing pa...

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“Orchard Conversations ” by Aveena Bordeaux

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I watched his eyes twinkle like gems in the sunlight while staring at something as mediocre as apples and how he handled them like they were fragile newborns. I'd come to notice that it was his thing - touching things like they'd crumble into dust at the slightest amount of pressure, feeling everything as if he'd just acquired the sense. He gently plucked one from a low hanging tree branch and set it down in his basket where several other cherished apples were settled.Never once had I seen him stop smiling. He grinned, a wide happy thing, no...

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“The Golden Apple” by Tim Law

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The first day of autumn saw that it was by then a week that Hans and Rebecca had had naught to eat but the dry almost stale bread they could beg from their neighbors. Times were indeed tough; the village of Nin had a gold mine that had sadly run dry. Those who could grow coaxed from the hard packed earth carrots, turnips, even some potatoes. Those whom had once served the mine and had the might physic chose to leave when the riches vanished. Those foolish enough to think they could coax a little more from the dry veins of the rock ventured f...

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Write about two characters going apple picking.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 249 stories

“The Apple Orchard” by April Parkinson

“The Promise” by Parul Srivastava

“Deserter” by Stafford Morgan

“Apple of My Eye (sequel to "Reunion")” by Philip Clayberg

“Apple picking with grandma ” by Dibsysgsvn Dibwyshv

“The Gift of Freedom” by B Easton

“An Apple a Day” by Lily Rebecca 🐰🐾

“The Queen’s Orchard” by Louise Coley

“Bitter Fruit” by Rachel Macmorran

“In the Orchard” by Chris Buono

“Abernathy’s Orchard” by PK Spice

“Pick Your Own Apple Pie,” by P. Jean

“PASSIONS PICK PERMANENCE” by Dawood Abbasi

“Orchard Conversations ” by Aveena Bordeaux

“The Golden Apple” by Tim Law

🌟 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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