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

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“The Trap” by Chris Bent

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Crying came from the treehouse. It was not a child’s crying or a simple sob. It was a sorrow-filled, painful plea; a disturbing moan that raises your hackles and activates rescue mode in a person. It was one pm. The sun was out, but gauzy clouds filtered its shine, hiding any detail of the treehouse. It was late April and a fresh canopy of leaves gave even more shade to the area. From my perspective, there was no rope or ladder dangling from the underside of the shadowed alcove. I left the road cautiou...

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“Preserved In Your Amber Eyes” by 𝔸. Triangle

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It was last summer Sitting there The green leaves of the canopy above Cast over a face more beautiful than sunlight Hands so gentle they weave moonlight Into dreams Lips softer than ferns and dew In morning sunlight As your angelic face Stares into The plainness of my own Honey-colored eyes Forever lost Preserved In the amber that surrounds your own My eyes trace the fineness of your features Each one unique Like the points on a star Casting halos On even the most malevolent of creatures The summer sun washes over us Like the war...

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“And” by ℤ ℍ☮️

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We both dance side by side in the treehouse. The colour of the ripe April sun washes over us, brushing our ankles in hot ecstasy. Our movements are aligned as our feet tap and slide against the faded wood floor, rectangles of orange light showering over us.He is the first to speak as we twirl side by side, "If you are to say - marry someone. What would they be like?"My muscles tense and the world suddenly becomes blurry. The trees are all I can focus on - thin and lean with pinstripe suits of stripe bark. Confident and proud of collars creas...

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“A Moment Like This” by Vicky S

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Each carrying a pack slung across their shoulders, several boys ran through the long grass towards the tree, ignoring the stinging nettles brushing against their legs and the bees buzzing past their faces. The tree was so tall that none of them could see the top, the leaves seemingly disappearing into the few, fluffy clouds scattered across the bright blueness of the sky, and the branches stretching wide. From a distance the tree seemed to fill the horizon. “Hurry up!”, the boy in the lead yelled, as he reached the first wooden plank nailed ...

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“what could be worse” by Masha Kurbatova

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My aunt died. It happens. I liked her though. She was a bizarre lady -- some days you couldn’t get a word out of her, some days she jabbered on like a parrot, eyes to the ceiling, hands waving at her sides. She always had some new Thing, some schtick she was working on. She was going back to school, she got a new job, she was trying out some new diet, some new boyfriend, something different with her eye makeup. She was into shawls around one Thanksgiving, then it was those Adidas tracksuits. She shaved her head, grew it bac...

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“A tree house, with many memories.” by Mara C

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I sit next to him, on his right, my knees pulled up to my chest. I stare out into the room we sit in, the tree house we sit in. My eyelids feel heavy as they sag down, with my long, dark lashes flitting about. I still can't quite get over what happened yesterday, how the world is forever changed. How my life and everyone else's will never be quite the same after what happened. After the rebellion. The resistance. ''Hey, you okay?'' his voice pulls me back down to reality as my mind begins to wonder into a void I know I wouldn't manage to ...

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“Pop the Bubble” by Pepper Mint

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It was an odd view; two grown-ups standing below a small tree house. Did they come to cut down the tree? No, they were just staring at something between the abundant leaves; the tree house. “Wow, we are here again, mate,” whispered Cat with her eyes full of excitement and glee. “Yeah……” uttered Matt with his jaw dropped. Cat pulled her twin brother to the rope ladder. “Let’s go up to the tree house! I want to see if it’s the same as before.” “Are you serious? It will break! We are not 9-year-old kids anymore!”...

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“Methuselah” by Catherine Stevens

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Snow swirls in front of the windshield of her small plane; white is all she can see. The plane is bouncing like a wild bronco. The altimeter is spinning around so much it’s difficult to read. She glances at the oil temperature, it’s rising. Something isn’t right; the craft is taking too much of a beating. When she had left earlier they said she’d have clear skies, but once she climbed to fly over the Mountain peaks it all changed. How can it be snowing in July?She kept telling herself to be calm and remember her...

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“Ants on a hot tin roof” by Alwyn McNamara

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Weed filled cracks snaked through the concrete paths that wound their way though the sparse garden beds that surrounded the sterile nursing home. Resting quietly out in the garden, a wheelchair bound old lady sat staring up at the grey clouds. Her frail body slumped uncomfortably in the chair. Her light grey, almost white hair had been fluffed up to cover her exposed scalp and her skin hung lose and wrinkled. Beside her sat a nurse, massaging her hands. The nurse was young and had a kind face. Soft auburn curls had begun to fall out of her t...

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“Confessions in the treehouse ” by Lenny Kovani

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Everything palls in the summer. Palsy figures , serene minds , rapture! Only the piecemeal crumble of thought will perish that feeling of relief ,oozing your body from every possible hole.And What is truth ,for a somnambulist it’s the dream for the. cynical.But we live our dream in the summer, up in the treehouse that we built ,where we are alone and we feel alive , lying down gazing into the deep oblivion. Our consolidated consciousness resides in a strange yet quite familiar room whose floor shifts when a shaft of light enters and all...

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“The Angel of Yggdrasil” by Courtney Haynes

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Yggdrasil (from Old Norse Yggdrasill) is an immense mythical tree that plays a central role in Norse cosmology, where it connects the different worlds. Officer Nicholas Freeman wakes up in an expansive chamber that seems to go on forever. The dirt floors appear to be fashioned into tiles and the wooden walls curl up to the ceiling coming together like tendrils. The most disconcerting feature of the wooden palace is the parade of doors on either side of the hallway. There has to be a hundred in his line of sight, but he figures ther...

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“Michael's Treehouse” by S. P. Franco

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Our summer holidays started today and my friends and I agreed to meet at Michael's Tree house to spend the afternoon telling horror stories and throwing slingshots at crows. The tree house was built by the five of us and Michael's father, who provided the materials and took care of the stairs and the roof. Basically, he took care of everything. But it doesn't really matter. When I got to Michael's house, the smell of Mrs. Carmichael's cupcakes made my belly growl. "You can take as many cupcakes as you want, Jonathan," said Mrs. Ca...

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“A River of Flowers” by Aqsa Malik

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He had flowers growing out of his lungs now. The same ones growing in our garden; spray carnations, daisies, lilies, orchids. The whole lot, really. I didn’t have the heart to leave any out, not when his own had gone into them both in life and death. So I added as much variety as I could on the 24 by 36 inch canvas, which was slowly but surely filling up with the vibrant colours of petals.“You okay up here?” Jared's deep voice floats through the wooden room, reaching me before his warm hands do. He’s been baking, because they smell of fresh ...

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“A Pre-Cursors for Charles” by Blane Britt

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Think about what I’m about to do for your intellectual reading mind and that I believe I’m getting pretty good at it. If you don’t laugh at least once I’ll hang glide without wearing a pair of dependable panties on or better yet smell, my ex-wife stinking sour dough feet as she walks around work 22 hour shifts trying to explain to people why she farts in and out the bed up under the covers and doesn’t have audacity to warn me one or two of them farting bombs are possibly coming as she giggles or watching Ru Paul Show with n...

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“TREEHOUSE STORIES,” by P. Jean

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( Write a story about a day spent in a treehouse)If you can imagine, and I suspect most of you can, being a teenage girl just old enough to be considered responsible, but not old enough to get a proper job. I am that girl and I have a whole summer ahead of me. A whole boring summer! Circumstances have created this place where I am in life, that while not horrible, it certainly is not what I would wish for! “What would I wish for?” , you ask, even rhetorically. And I would smile slightly,&...

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

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✍️ 303 stories

“The Trap” by Chris Bent

“Preserved In Your Amber Eyes” by 𝔸. Triangle

“And” by ℤ ℍ☮️

“A Moment Like This” by Vicky S

“what could be worse” by Masha Kurbatova

“A tree house, with many memories.” by Mara C

“Pop the Bubble” by Pepper Mint

“Methuselah” by Catherine Stevens

“Ants on a hot tin roof” by Alwyn McNamara

“Confessions in the treehouse ” by Lenny Kovani

“The Angel of Yggdrasil” by Courtney Haynes

“Michael's Treehouse” by S. P. Franco

“A River of Flowers” by Aqsa Malik

“A Pre-Cursors for Charles” by Blane Britt

“TREEHOUSE STORIES,” by P. Jean

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

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