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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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Facing Eviction

Submitted to Contest #50

“We might as well just give in,” says Bernard. And that makes me stop to think. Because nobody would call Bernard a quitter. His quiet stubbornness and determined to get a task done and not be deflected counts for more than any amount of flailing and fuss-making. “We can move. It wouldn’t be the end of the world.”      The fact that he could well be right makes me angry. Whether at myself or him, I don’t know. Neither. Both.       “There will be other v...

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Different Ways to Mourn

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The dust made it hard to breathe. It was incredible how quickly it had spread in such a small time, as if it had been skulking in some quiet corner, waiting for a chance to attack.He collapsed on the beanbag with a sigh that devolved into coughing. It was a hot day. There was a fan in the corner, with a cable looping out the window to a crank generator on the ground, but it was exhausting to charge and he'd left it well alone as he clambered up the ladder, much to his present regret.He traced a pattern in the ground, not really thinking abou...

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Treehouse

Submitted to Contest #50

Tommy wished he hadn’t woke up that morning. Spending the night in his treehouse somehow saved him from the fate that struck the rest of them, but now he was the only one left. Now he was alone. He wished he wasn’t spared. His eyes were red from crying, but the tears have dried on his cheeks, while his nose kept leaking. His stomach was growling, remembering him that he hadn’t eaten since last night’s snack. He huddled in the corner of the treehouse, knees pulled up close to his chest and tried to snuff out the hunger. He should have picked ...

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Popsicle

Submitted to Contest #50

The jagged plastic on the side of my popsicle sliced through the skin conjoining my lips, giving the sweet melted juice in my mouth a metallic twang.Jared had forgotten to pack scissors, so we tore open the plastic tubes with our teeth. I didn't do a very good job.I reached up and wiped away the blood, my hand still icy from the frozen treat. The difference in temperature startled me, as I had started to lose feeling in my hand.Jared reached into our cooler and pulled out a piece of ice surrounding the sack of popsicles and offered it to me....

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Where the Children Used to Play

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They couldn’t climb, so she knew she was safe, even if only temporarily. Mary let the sunlight fall upon her face, closing her eyes in the warming glow. She knew she should be doing something, as opposed to the nothing she was currently doing, but did it really matter that much, in the grand scheme of things? It wasn’t as if there were many people left to judge her, any more.The rough square that had been sawn into the boards offered her a perfect view of the lush green trees swaying in the wind and the endless cobalt blue of the o...

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Her Name Was Moky

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The bright sunlight peeked in through the cracks of the withered wooden door of our childhood tree-house, which stood perched in the old oak tree in the afternoon quiet. Only the low chatter of some sparrows echoed from the forest at the edge of the backyard. Undaunted by the darkness of the room the sunlight slithered across the floor to rest upon my eyes until I could no longer ignore it. The sunlight poked in from in-between the spaces of the branches of the oak tree; it must have been up for hours before I noticed it watching me from abo...

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Our Treehouse

Submitted to Contest #50

 As I was climbing up the wooden ladder that my father made, I thought to myself, “How many times have I climbed up this ladder?” It was 3:00 in the afternoon, and I was a bit early for my daily treehouse hangout with my best friends, Leo, Danielle, and Max. They have been my best friends since kindergarten. I’m Lily, By the way. I'm just a regular 12 year old, 6th grade girl. I live in Portland, OR, a pretty boring town made up of a bunch of mountains, trees, and wood. Literally. Anywa-“Hello! How's my favorite person in the entire uni...

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A Summer Afternoon in the Treehouse

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Write a story about a summer afternoon spent in a treehouse. Summers in Texas are like no other … it starts with the overbearing heat, the bipolar weather – afternoon rainstorms that last maybe five to 10 minutes at a time, and then, there are the dust storms in some areas. Yet, in Madisonville, Texas, on North Madison Street, in the backyard of a red brick home across from the Catholic church, the summer afternoon was quiet, and there was a breeze that seemed to stir up the leaves on the four pecan trees in the yard. In the middle of ...

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Epochal Events

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A significant moment in one’s life is called an “epochal event.” The day you graduate from high school. The day you finally gather up the courage to ask that guy you’ve had a crush on if he wants to go on a date. The day you’re accepted into your dream job. Mine was a bit different. Don’t get me wrong, everyone has multiple epochal events, and so have I, but the most significant one… well, it happened three weeks ago, during a game of Truth or Dare. It had started off innocent enough, but it quickly helped shape the worst day of my life. ...

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Fairy Lights

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I woke up to the feeling of sun rays peeking through my window and I felt its warmth spreading through my soft bed sheets. My amber eyes open reluctantly, contemplating whether they should greet the day just yet. I allowed myself to stay in bed a little longer, soaking in the warm summer sun rays. My eyes followed its trail to where it was lying on the floor, like sweet, glistening honey. After what seemed like forever, I groggily forced myself out of bed and stood to gaze by the window, inhaling in a long shaky breath. The weather was unexp...

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Survival of the fittest

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"Long since, civilizations have played the game of survival where only the fittest emerge successfully and rule over! And to answer your question of who is deemed fit for ALL POWERFUL, just ask yourself whether you or your men qualify these adjectives - kind, moral, pure, compassionate, selfless, sinless, noble, good!", as Sheeba paused, Ron took over."You are in no position to judge that, my darling angel!" retorted Ron. "No living species is ever termed the fittest, it is all relative and highly subjective who is deemed fit in a particular...

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Lilly's Lair

Submitted to Contest #50

  Bart walked slowly up the driveway of his parent's home. He had always loved this place. This was where he had grown up. This was where he felt most safe. Bart had been away four years now as he fulfilled one contract after another on oil rigs in the North Sea. His life fell apart when Becky had died in a car accident and all he could think of was to get as far away from everything that reminded him of her and their life they had together. When Becky had died Bart's mother had stepped in to look after Lilly. Lilly was then only fo...

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Imaginary Friend

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Daisy’s step-father, Gene, kept close tabs on her. He walked up to her as she hosted a tea party in the shade of the big tree at the back of the yard. Her guests were two dolls and a stuffed toy rabbit. “Is that a bug on you?” Gene pointed at Daisy’s shirt. “That’s a pin my Daddy gave me. He called them ‘grown up gifts’.” “You don’t want a bug on your shirt. No matter what you call it. You want people thinking you’re infested?” “No. I’m not infested. What’s infested?” “It’s when bugs lay eggs in your hair. That’s why your mother has t...

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Bye, Daisy

Submitted to Contest #50

I let the golden light dance on my up tilted face, grazing its soothing and peaceful fingertips across my cheeks. I suck in a deep breath, savoring the air delicately laced with the fragrance of roses and lavender. I know that eventually I will have to breathe out, but with a unexpected desperation I try to hold onto it for a few more seconds. Eyes skimming the picturesque treetops, I circle my thumb across the wooden floor littered with leaves and berries from the overhanging tree. Sometimes when I look at them, I see ruby red splashes of b...

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Portrait of Time, Personified

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Brian was already inside, mocking me from the doorway. He had to duck to even fit. Below him, I was trying to inch my way to the top. Every step I took seemed to send the rope ladder swinging.“Come on, old man!” he shouted from up above. I could practically hear the grin in his voice.“If I remember correctly, you’re older than me,” I panted in between steps. “By three months.”His laughter was swept away by the summer breeze. “Shame your memory’s not as good as your legs.” I eventually made it to the top. Brian scooted further inside to ...

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