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

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“Tree House of Justice” by Ice Bag

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It’s almost 4 o’clock on the afternoon, Mom's cooking our favorite snack and also preparing a lemon juice that we love, brother’s playing his guitar and here I am push pinned on my own business, I can hear the stunning song of chirping birds suspiciously fading out and I can feel the humid air being replaced by the well know summer breeze. It’s confirmed, vacation is on. No more studying and focused on our sweet treasurable time playing. As I soared out of bed I’ve seen my friends, I wave my small hand and scream so they’ll see me, apparentl...

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“Treehouse Healing” by Talia Vander

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“I had a feeling I’d find you up here.” As soon as I heard his voice, I knew who was coming up: Mark Bradley, my childhood best friend. It may have been a while since I last saw him, but I feel like I would recognize him anywhere. At one point in time, I knew him like the back of my hand, maybe better. “Look at that, you’re right,” I reply with an attitude I know my mother would’ve hated. She would’ve said that’s not the girl she raised, and ...

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“The tree house by Jack He” by Jack He

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I loved that treehouse. It was carved in wood and had been here for me every step of the way. The treehouse brought me so much memories than I could barely count. Some people say that you could never have attachments to objects. However, this treehouse was the last gift she gave to me and I really do hope that no matter what she is now, she will remember how much I love her. We were so happy in the treehouse. In the hot summer afternoons, we would climb up into the treehouse and stay there until when the stars come out. We would laugh at th...

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“The Journal” by Henry Herrera

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“I knew you will forget about the markers and colour pencils”“I’m so so sorry” your awkward face projected into my eyes.I turned away from you and looked out the star-carved window. “I should get it” the wood creaked rapidly and the grass rustled. You left me, forever.--------------------------------------“Turn right and your destination would be on your left”I make the turn and see the house. It is painted in light orange with a hint of wooden planks nailed beside the black door. The windows are opened, a gateway for light to brighten ...

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“Until He's Gone” by Wency Villaseñor

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Anna is a ready to go in the Alumina Park, two blocks away from her house. She’s so excited. Anna was wearing a white turtle neck, covered with a caramel coat, one pair of black skinny jeans and 2 inch white winter boots. Today is the start of summer, her favourite season. Even though it’s summer but it’s still cold. It's already 1 o'clock in the afternoon, when she arrived in Alumina Park. Anna is still waiting for her boyfriend-- Jessy. They've been in a 7 years in relationship and I’m glad to say that we’re going strong and strong and s...

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“The Grassatik Order ” by ANDILE Dubz

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An eerie silence ricocheted across the floor boards as Antu took centre stage. “We the termites of Logamound lay claim upon this flat log. We are the ones that discovered it soon after the small giants left,” said Antu with a shiver in his horsy voice. A fiendish rumble erupted in the audience soon after Antu’s remarks. This was the first meeting of The Grassatik Order since the felling of the trees a hundred sunsets ago. For most of the creatures in attendance, this was their first and probably their last meeting. “Silence!” shouted Mant...

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“Sam’s place” by Phil Manders

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Bright, warm sunlight, peeked in to the sleeping bedroom, illuminating a half empty wine glass on the bedside table. Lucy, delicately stretched out an arm and pawed around an empty bed. Opening one eye, she squinted at the alarm clock, the previous night’s argument, a dreamy, thumping muddle in her head. She lay still trying to piece together the fragments of her memory, as they slowly returned. Marcus, hugged his coffee cup. Lost in his thoughts, he watched a small, white butterfly beating desperately at the shed window. He closed his eye...

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“My Old Treehouse” by Vaughn Collar

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The light of the early June sun was waning as it slanted through the old, weather-beaten boards of my old treehouse. Sitting inside it, I was overcome with emotion that I had long buried. Yet, this old place was also a place of comfort, and I drew on that to keep from totally losing control. My old treehouse…wow. I had recently come back to an old neighborhood of mine. I had spent the majority of my childhood there, along with some of my teen years. We...

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“Yesterdays” by Heather Gallacher

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Pigtails, giggles, whispered confessions, and the endless possibilities of two young hearts. That is what brought her to the tree house before her on this sunny afternoon in July. She was hesitant at first to come here, to see the place they had grown up in together. It had seemed like such an easy thing to do all those years ago. Now was much harder but she had made that promise and she would keep that promise no matter what. With resolve she moved forward and started her accent up the now wobbly ladder to the treehouse above. The smooth ...

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“Old Friends ” by Serena Barile

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My eyes gaze upon the last thing standing that represents my childhood with old friends. These friends have come and gone, ones that I thought cared for me, but that treehouse always stayed the same. It holds memories that I will cherish forever, even if some weren’t always good. All of my friends in those memories left and that was the saddest part to me. Over time I’ve learned that friends are temporary I know it isn’t good to think that way but I can‘t help but have trust issues after all my friends at the treehouse left me. This treehous...

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“Oliver's Tree House and the Alien Attack” by Dylan Arnold

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Oliver was completely alone inside his treehouse, imagining the world just going by and thinking of his friends, James and Mia. The two of them were out at the park, without him, and as a thirteen-year-old boy, Oliver would have loved going to see his friends, although he couldn't. After he accidentally broke his parent's precious china vase, he was grounded for two weeks. He watched the clouds pass over above him through the treehouse window in the roof. Suddenly, Oliver had seen something, something he had imagined inside his marvellous ...

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“The Timberton” by Shawn Bills

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Zanth sniffled, trying to stifle back the tears he could feel welling up in the bottom of each eye. If he blinked, the tears would roll down his cheeks and he didn’t want Chomp or Lit to see him cry. He ran his left arm across his face, trying to play it off as if he were wiping sweat from his forehead. It was the end of June, after all, and the summer heat had made its way to their small town of Minuton. Coming from the park where they had been playing catch with Chomp’s new Flinger, they had just arrived to Zanth’s home -- “The Tim...

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“The Tree” by Valerie Preston

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THE TREE Oh how I love this tree. The pungent smell of leaves and wood and sun dried flowers all mixed together, and with each inhalation it gently swirls around inside of me, warming my bones and my soul. I lay on my back feeling the soft rug spread out beneath me, warmed by the summer sun and giving off a perfume left from a previous user. I remembered the green tartan rug that we would all sit or lie on, and drop food onto. It would be taken into the house to be washed, smelling fresh and clean when spread out for the next tree house ad...

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“Invincible, Not Invisible” by Fawn Collins

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Defending and hitting; this was what I was doing on a humid Saturday afternoon in summer. “Take that, you insolent monster. You dare to fight the army of the most ferocious queen, who has conquered enormous territories?” I brought my sword down in a vast arc, slicing the demon in half. Yes, the soldier I pretended triumphantly thought. She had defeated the most powerful demon, who had been overwhelming the kingdom ever since she could remember. Believing the monster would utter honeyed words out of its mouth to sway her from her mission,...

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“Etta” by Cyndy Reads

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“You are grounded for tonight.” “But-!” “You are forbidden from going to the festival.” “Elvina!” &nbsp...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 303 stories

“Tree House of Justice” by Ice Bag

“Treehouse Healing” by Talia Vander

“The tree house by Jack He” by Jack He

“The Journal” by Henry Herrera

“Until He's Gone” by Wency Villaseñor

“The Grassatik Order ” by ANDILE Dubz

“Sam’s place” by Phil Manders

“My Old Treehouse” by Vaughn Collar

“Yesterdays” by Heather Gallacher

“Old Friends ” by Serena Barile

“Oliver's Tree House and the Alien Attack” by Dylan Arnold

“The Timberton” by Shawn Bills

“The Tree” by Valerie Preston

“Invincible, Not Invisible” by Fawn Collins

“Etta” by Cyndy Reads

🌟 Similar prompts

Write a story about a proposal.

Write a story about an argument that seems to be about one thing, but is actually about another.

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Write a story told entirely through one chase scene.

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