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“Life in the Trees” by Emily Hemmings

“What did you want to do? Like, in general I mean.” This is the first thing either boy had said in about an hour and a half. Approximately forty-five minutes had been taken up sharing a cold can of beans in the Dulchet’s tree fort. Both the treehouse and the beans were free for the taking, now that Mr. and Mrs. Dulchet had passed away. Waylon and Matthew passed back and forth the can of beans between them in com...

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“Recreating Memories” by Doubra Akika

The thing about cancer is that it doesn’t come with a warning. There’s no way to prepare for it before it happens. Like most things in life anyway, cancer ambushes you in many forms and sometimes it feels like there’s no way you can hold it back because there really is no way so, it consumes you and you can’t fight it. Sometimes though, the cancer gives you space to breathe, like just for one moment of your life, you can pretend you don’t have it. The thing is that you don’t know how many moments you’ll have like that before it destroys y...

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“What We Used to Be” by Phebe Emmanuel

I climb up the ladder nailed to the old tree in my parents’ backyard. The nails hang out of the wood and I give them a worried glance, wondering if they will give way or hold my weight. I’ve put on quite a few pounds since I was last here. The golden treehouse - that we built as a family years ago - towers over me, blocking the sun from stinging my eyes. As I scale the few rungs that it takes to reach the top, the memories of bounding up this same ladder as a 7-year-old girl with pigtails and striped bows flash before me. It brings a smil...

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“The Glass Box” by Nancy Drayce

The sound of birds caresses my ears; because of the same sound, my heart is bouncing at the same rhythm as the summer song of a free creature that admonishes me with its song. I'm sitting in a small mouldy room muffled with the dense thick canopy of the old oak tree. I wrapped my legs with my thin, pale arms that have very little strength in them. I closed my eyes to allow other senses to take over my body. The smell of sea salt is itching my nostrils while the sound of the waves of the same water is sinking me in...

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“People Talk ” by Lunar Geek

Authors note: This is just the first story , I'm hoping to work in a sequel with next week's prompts :) Here goes:And so, she lay there, with the hot water bottle upon her stomach and an icepack strapped to her forehead, contemplating the meaning of life and asking herself all kinds of philosophic questions she didn’t know the answers too.Do the teachers notice when the chalk squeaks on the blackboard, or don’t they and is that why they just keep on writing like their students aren’t being cringed to death behind ...

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“Summer of '83” by Corey Melin

It was the Summer of ‘83 that I considered as one of the best years I have ever experienced. The five of us just completed our treehouse, and now sat in a circle inside the house on a nice, blue, checkered rug finishing the touch. We all sat in silence as we looked around the room, amazed we did most of what we were looking at. Kids who ranged in age fro...

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“Treehouses and Friends” by Avery G.

“Thud. Thud. Thud.” The hammer bounces up and down while I hammer a nail into place. It goes all the way in, but it’s sort of bent.I hammer it on the side, trying to straighten it out, and it works. Well, a little bit.I sit up. I look around at all of my handiwork. Almost done. I thought to myself. I’ll take a break now.I stand up, careful not to bang my head on the ceiling, and use the ladder to get down to the ground. It’s a standard metal lad...

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“Rebuild Those Memories” by Orenda ♤

Summer has begun…okay.I’m not fond of this season. The clouds, to all intents and purposes, curse us with raining cats and dogs, almost at any random time as if bawling like a two year old kid. Furthermore, I loathe how clothes stick to the body with sweat, the stench of stale moisture walking in and following me everywhere.Lord!Fine, fine, enough of blustering! Cute cotton ball-like clouds dot the light blue sky that drift lazily in the breeze. A gr...

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“The Bakery Case” by A-k-s-h-a-t A-t-a-l

Max Wilson and Harry Cooper were just 2 normal 11-year-olds, with exceptionally good investigative skills. They had nothing to do after school except to hang around in their treehouse. What they expected would be a boring summer vacation, would turn out to be the most memorable moments of their 11-year life. As our to-be-heroes sat in their treehouse at noon, using their binoculars for bird-watching, whil...

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“All Because of the Ladder” by 🐬ᴬᴬᴹᴱᴺᴬ ᴷᴴᴬᴷᴵ🐬

I sigh, staring viciously at the 10 year old chipped hammer that rests in my sore hands, wishing I were offered nails which weren't as rusty as these. With the sun beating mercilessly on my back, I go back to work. The wood that we have is limited, but we have enough for a treehouse, provided we make no mistakes. I should know because I'm a math geek. That's what makes me different from all the other kids at school. I pounded on the nails, trying to ignore the fact that I'm precariously balanced on one slab of wood that easily breaks. I g...

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“Emotions And Summer Afternoons” by Brooke d. (inactive for a month-ish)

I looked up at the ginormous oak tree standing above me and grinned. It was beautiful. But nestled about halfway up the tree sat my treehouse. And that made it the best tree out of all of the trees.Making my way up the ladder, I was starting to get even more excited. This would be the first time I had ever been in it. Dad had just finished it, anyway.When I got to the top, there was a little landing and then a door to get inside. I took a step forward and opened the red door. I frowned; there was another door. Then another.....

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“Mason Jar” by ✰ ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕤 ✰

Author's Note: This story is the sequel to a previous story I wrote called Nowhere. If you would like to read Nowhere you may, but there really isn't much you need to know from that story in this one. :) Also, this is dedicated to all the people who are different. We all are; it just takes others a while to see that part in themselves and acknowledge it. Thank you. **************************************...

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“The Treehouse” by T.m. Kay

Sure the floor was crooked and the walls were uneven and had a sheet for a roof that leaked when it rained but it was ours and me and Jimmie built it.It was August, 1945. Me and Jimmie Anderson ran away from home. We were hiding out in our treehouse on account of because Jimmie got grounded. It really wasn’t his fault or nothin. We needed a roof on our treehouse so Jimmie asked his Momma if we could use a sheet and she said it was ok.He got grounded because his Momma told him not to use her company sheets. I guess Momma’s ha...

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“The Man in the Suit” by Nandan Prasad

The man in the suit walked out of the station gates. He moved to the side of the staircase leading down the station and stood silently, watching the world go about its business.There was the pani-puri seller, his stall at the bottom of the staircase. He was doing booming business, even though it was just after lunchtime.At the opposite corner of the staircase was the balloon seller. He didn’t only sell balloons, though; he also sold wooden dolls, little plane figurines, those long cylinders that exploded into stream...

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“Treehouse Confessions ” by Raquel Rodriguez

It is a warm August afternoon in California, so Candace and I are hanging out together. My hands are behind me, and my legs are hanging over the edge of the somewhat clean wooden boards that I call the floor. Candace's curly blond hair is on my shoulder, and her little hand is enclosed in mine. We're staring at the sky together, and since our parents aren't home, we've planned to stay up until at least two in the morning.Candace turns her head to glance at me, her eyes, as blue as a cloudless sky, crinkle up arou...

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Write a story about a summer afternoon spent in a treehouse.

Submissions are closed!

✍️ 319 stories

“Life in the Trees” by Emily Hemmings

“Recreating Memories” by Doubra Akika

“What We Used to Be” by Phebe Emmanuel

“The Glass Box” by Nancy Drayce

“People Talk ” by Lunar Geek

“Summer of '83” by Corey Melin

“Treehouses and Friends” by Avery G.

“Rebuild Those Memories” by Orenda ♤

“The Bakery Case” by A-k-s-h-a-t A-t-a-l

“All Because of the Ladder” by 🐬ᴬᴬᴹᴱᴺᴬ ᴷᴴᴬᴷᴵ🐬

“Emotions And Summer Afternoons” by Brooke d. (inactive for a month-ish)

“Mason Jar” by ✰ ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕤 ✰

“The Treehouse” by T.m. Kay

“The Man in the Suit” by Nandan Prasad

“Treehouse Confessions ” by Raquel Rodriguez

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