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

Posted in Summer on Oct 26, 2022

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“Cloud Watching” by Anastasia Marchese

Submitted to Contest #50

I am not sure how long I have been up here lying on my back and looking up at the clouds as they pass through the blue of morning, the leaves overhead dappled with shade from the leaves above them. I came up here looking for something that my son lost. He was looking for it and blaming his brother for losing it and I thought I might find it here in their treehouse. I don’t usually come up here. I am uncomfortable with heights and climbing up the ladder stresses my knees. Plus this place isn’t meant for me. It was designed for little boys, no...

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“The Hidden Veil” by Anaya Dennis

Submitted to Contest #50

“What part of the spirit world did you bring me to this time?” Vie asked.  “The past,” Sherry smiled. The twelve year old spirit skipped towards the staggering treehouse, making her golden locks bounce up and down with her lively aura.   Vie’s eyes widened as she gazed upon the momentous house encapsulated within the tree. The summer sun brightened the colorfully lavish bronze paint on the outside and the dark bark of the tree contrasted beautifully. The windows were so crystal clear that Vie was able to spot the many cha...

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“A Girl's Sanctuary” by Bethany Holley

Submitted to Contest #50

She propelled herself up the ladder, with her breath racing as each foot cascaded over the steps. She was not scared of falling even at such a rapid pace. Her lanky legs should have tripped instead of contorting and attaching to the rungs, but she had traversed this path to her treehouse more times than she had ridden a bike, so the movements were instinctual. As she plunged through the trap door, she inhaled a deep breath and took in all the familiar smells of her sanctuary. A brief calm passed over her before she slammed the door closed an...

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“Summer of 86'” by Sarah Sumner

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The time was about 3 o'clock and it was a hot summer afternoon.  The year was 1986 and was going to be the best summer yet in Wilmington, NC! Rebekah and Amanda were going to meet Blair at her treehouse. They were going to talk about drama, makeup, and tell fun stories! Amanda was the first to arrive wearing a long purple dress with white; green feathers and a black belt. Her blonde hair fell so perfectly on her shoulders and her light blue eyes covered in purple sparkly eyeshadow. When Amanda got there she laid a pink blanket with oran...

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“Sparrows” by Henry Garrison

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There are three baby birds underneath your treehouse. I hear them before I see them, their cries only becoming audible as the wind drops. Gentle cheeps coming from the grass somewhere below me. I use each squeak like a blip on a radar, homing in on them. They’re tucked round the back, hidden out of view from the house, underneath the nest that has fallen on top of them.   I crouch down and gently lift the mishmash of twigs and leaves away, revealing the three creatures below. They can’t be more than a few days old, with only a fe...

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“Treehouse Afternoon” by N C

Submitted to Contest #50

“Help!” screamed Mrs.Pie, “I think someone stole my green emerald!”  Mrs. Pie is known around the neighborhood for her photographic memory, delicious pies, round and short body shape, her super nice personality, and the big green emerald necklace her husband gave to her on her last anniversary. The last anniversary. Her husband passed away due to heart attacks a few years ago. She never complained about anything, She liked to live a humble life, so her becoming frantic was big news for everyone. Jerry looked at Jackson. Jackson looked ...

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“Treehouse Adventure ” by Nevar Terry

Submitted to Contest #50

It was the summer of 2016, a summer I would never forget. I was only 10 years old at the time but had the mentality of a 30-year-old. I’ve always been told this was a blessing and a curse. I never really understood what my family meant by that until July 3rd, 2016.   First, let me give you a little background about my life. I am 10 years old, standing 5ft even. People around our town say I remind them of Zoe Saldana , the lady from Columbiana, however, I don’t see it. Anyways I am the oldest of 3 siblings. We live in Arizona. My ...

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“That summer afternoon” by Wordsworth .

Submitted to Contest #50

Today the sun's rays are a bit more closer and warmer to me. The trees dancing with summer wind seem to be whispering something to me. The chirping birds look much happier and cheerful than I have ever seen. You might ask why? Well let me introduce you to my surroundings. Actually I really love travelling, so I am on a world tour.At present I am in Sweden,waking up in a tree house. The warm and not-so-hot wind is really calming me down. Actually opted for this tree house resort(which some find weird) is that I wanted something different,some...

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“Summer Schemes and Boys in Trees” by Joseph Lombardi

Submitted to Contest #50

If you touched the plywood walls they’d be a sort of wet-hot that comes only after a thunderstorm in the middle of summer. Like the wood itself is thirsty it sucks up the water to cool off, but then when the sun comes around there’s no stopping the heat from coming and turning whatever’s inside that plywood into a swampy, sticky, humid, smelly mess. But it’s my treehouse and I’m gonna stick it out. Stick what out? Well I’ve been under siege for the past couple hours by all manner of foes. I don’t got it in me to be a coward, so I just g...

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“The Jeweled Town” by A. Marya

Submitted to Contest #50

"Look! Some people are coming!" He pointed at the forest ground.The children flung themselves near the window in anticipation. Seconds ticked by, but there was no flash of bright clothing, any telltale hint of giggling, or even a rustle in the leaves."You're such a liar, Joey!" Gabby exclaimed, her pigtails swinging like vipers. The others shot him pointed glares—annoyed at his disturbance. Joey sat scowling at the ground."I'm not lying," he mumbled. "They were right there." But no one was listening anymore. They bustled away, returning to t...

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“Above the Valley” by J Lindsay

Submitted to Contest #50

 It’s strange how some memories stick out in the mind. They become solid, formative, immovable. Most memories are fleeting. Often weeks, months, years can pass by, each almost indistinguishable from the last – perhaps you remember your first time on a plane, or the first time you saw your dad cry. But these memories stick out as anomalies in the foggy soup of our past. Then something can happen that is so at odds with what surrounds it, it becomes almost like a fixed point in time. It becomes so much a part of who you are, it seems im...

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“A Fresh Start” by Emma 🥀

Submitted to Contest #50

    I'm lying on the faded and frayed white blanket I've had for as long as I can remember, adorned with patterns of tiny blue butterflies and tiny blue flowers. Underneath is my sleeping bag, now slightly too small since my last growth spurt, but I don't mind. I can sleep almost anywhere if I'm tired enough. Almost. My own house is about the only exception.     My sleeping bag rests on a creaky floor of old wooden planks, just two feet above the ground. Kind of pathetic for a treehouse, right? Bu...

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“D.J.'s Run Away Day” by Monica Chaddick

Submitted to Contest #50

D.J. just wanted to get away. He was sick of everyone. His sister, his cousin, his grandmother – everyone. He was a very active child, and therefore tended to stay in trouble. He decided that he would run away, but he didn’t really want to do that. He just wanted to stay out of trouble.          Finally, D.J. had his limit. He grabbed his book sack and began packing it with everything he thought he would need on his journey. He knew he would need his phone, som...

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“Star crew” by Pablo Mascaraque Glenn

Submitted to Contest #50

"Initiate systems check." "Roger that, Commander Itri," replied Sterling. "Initiating systems check. Mission Specialist Estrella. Fuel?" "All in order, boss." "Mission Specialist Hoshiko. Airlocks?" The question hung in the air for several seconds, an old-timey radio-like crackling the only reply, interrupted by the occasional high-pitched grunt. As he waited for an answer he became fully aware of the ship's stifling heat, which was only made worse by the insulation layer that lined the inside of his space suit. Several beads of sweat formed...

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“Monster Cannonade” by Ari .

Submitted to Contest #50

High up in his treehouse, Wolfie scoped the ground for the enemy. His binoculars settled on a group of boys, and he allowed himself a grim smile. “There you are.” His drone was a beautiful instrument, with heavy black blades and a claw that opened and closed. It hummed to life, the blades of its wings whipping the air. With all the slow care of a just-hatched dragonfly, it rose into the air. Wolfie flung open a treasure chest of fat, trembling water balloons. From the chest he drew a baby-blue water balloon and fastened it to the hook. I...

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