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

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“Once Upon A Summer” by A.M Mobius

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March 16, 2020 Its spring season, I'm all pack and ready to go to visit grandma this is the best spring of all. I love trees, flowers, grasses and the lovely blue sky especially when we all gather to our treehouse talking about things and everyday life but what I'm most excited about is that I'm going to meet Zayn after 4 years he's my childhood friend or should I say, my first love, we both live in far places but our hearts are all near and I don't know if he'll recognize me because I'm only fourteen when we last met but now I'm eighteen ...

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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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“Remember When We Rode the Coaster?” by Rachel Esposito

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How funny would it be if I fell off the ladder today, of all days? Years of reckless boyhood, without a care for safety or caution, and not one major injury to speak of. It’s a miracle that none of us got seriously hurt, especially this high off the ground. And wow, it’s a lot smaller than I remember. I manage to squeeze my now six-foot frame into an opening the size of a dog door, somehow, and try to stand. I can’t even extend my legs before my head bangs against the wooden rooftop of the treehouse. Ow. I sit back down, curled in a feta...

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“I Remember” by Maddie Dossey

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I remember that night very vividly. Alex called me and asked me to come over to his house. He told me that he had a surprise for me. I got a little nervous as I walked around the block to his house. I remember the lively expression on his mother’s face when she answered the door. I remember Alex and I running out to his backyard while his mother yelled warnings at us to be careful. I could tell he wasn't listening. He and I just wanted to play in the tree house! How dangerous could that be? I remember climbing up the rope ladder, I remember ...

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“When The Living Was Easy” by Marcia H.

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When The Living Was Easy When Jake brought his house five years ago he wasn’t married and didn’t have any kids. He only had one nephew who was barely two years old. Now, five years later Jake is engaged and about to be a dad to a bonus daughter who is 5 years old. Lila, Jake’s soon to be daughter, loved to play in his backyard. Jake couldn’t blame her much. If he were 5 he would love it too. It was a super big backyard with lots of grass to run and play, lots of room to have summer cookouts and even a basketball court near the gara...

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“Swaying” by Bethann Mahler

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The floor was hard, wooden and full of imperfections. The windows were windows only in the fact that they were openings in a wall allowing you to look out or in. No glass, curtains or coverings of any kind were there. No way to keep the rain out, the leaves out or the animals out. I use to go there daily, enjoying the comfort and protection of those walls. That was before. I use to bring my food there and enjoy it in the coolness of the fall. Hiding from the cold winter, I would roll up among the rugs in the corner. The spring allowed me to ...

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“The Tree House” by Aishani Gupta

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I still can't process what happened there. All I know is, I learned a lot about the world and the consciousness beyond our vision and logic in those few weeks. *** Summer holidays had started a few days ago. My dad, my dad's friend, and I had undertaken a project. We were building a treehouse. We looked at our hard work proudly after it was done, and me and my friend decided to move in there. *** Fast-forward a few weeks, we had moved in with all essentials that a pair of treehousers n...

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“Jacob's Ladder” by Heather Wightman

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She climbed up the tall oak tree, the branches catching her dress and the old wise bark scratching her worn, rough knees. With each pull, there was a small grunt of determination followed by a sigh of release in each rest."thirty-five, ugh, aahh, thirty-six ugh, aahh". In twelve seconds, she knew she would be there. She had climbed the tree enough times now to determine the exact time and energy needed to reach her leafy retreat.There she was, clambering up the shaky ladder; designed in a dream and created with bike chains, padlocks, and leg...

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“Tea Time” by Rachel Ruppert

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Babs sat in her favorite rocker on the back porch of the old house, drinking sweet tea. Her grandson had just rebuilt the deck and it didn’t creek as loudly as the old porch. She closed her eyes and smiled, remembering the sound. Babs and Tom had all kinds of plans for updating the house when Mama had passed it on to her after they’d gotten married. But between raising two very active twins and working full time jobs, she and Tom had found little time to even think about new cabinets or open concept kitchens and such. They could barely kee...

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“THE TREEHOUSE” by Rhonda Hyder

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Late that morning, Nellie had been woken from a very deep slumber by the crystal clear sound of a male voice. “Hello?” was all that she heard. It sounded as if the young man was already inside her home. The bedroom door was open onto the living room, but the other door leading to the rest of the house was shut tight. The voice was so close that Nellie felt compelled to respond in order to avoid the vision of this unknown man appearing in the doorway to her bedroom. With an identical query in her voice, Nellie called ...

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“Treehouse Afternoon” by N C

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“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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“The Treehouse” by Jacques Humanité

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Time had passed, yet some things stood still.The living room brought a mix of nostalgia and dread as he laid his eyes upon the stained carpet, worn sofas and little television in the corner with its bent antenna.Clothing that had once belonged to him, little blue and white, led in a trail to the equally little shirts and skirts lying in a heap by the coffee table. Crowned atop it was but another thing that had loved her, and was punished for it.Jake knelt and grabbed the teddy bear. He swallowed hard as his fingers brushed against the pink, ...

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“Tree House Afternoon” by Ann Rapp

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Tree House afternoon Chapter One “Maeve, Maeve, wait for me!” the strident voice startled me as I walked away from the supermarket to my car. It was Cynthia Bradley, my neighbor. “Hello Cynthia, I didn’t see you in there, how are you?” “Fine, fine, but I haven’t seen you for a while. You look tired … everything OK?” Cynthia was a nice enough woman, but she was the queen of local gossips and I’m ashamed to say I often avoided her. She didn’t work outside the home, but spent a lot of time in her beloved garden, from where she watched eve...

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“Simpler Times” by Teresita Dominoski

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She easily swung up the tree and slid through the small door. She didn’t know how much longer she would be able to fit through the opening. Heck, would there be a time she couldn’t climb a tree? She hoped not. Now that she was in, Daisy retrieved the square pillow from it‘s box and gave it a few whacks to remove any dust and check for bugs. With that done, she laid back and stared through open slats that made the roof. The slats were made of steel and were anchored in firmly to the frame. Her dad didn’t want any branches breaking through. S...

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“A Girl's Sanctuary” by Bethany Holley

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 303 stories

“Once Upon A Summer” by A.M Mobius

“Sparrows” by Henry Garrison

“Remember When We Rode the Coaster?” by Rachel Esposito

“I Remember” by Maddie Dossey

“When The Living Was Easy” by Marcia H.

“Swaying” by Bethann Mahler

“The Tree House” by Aishani Gupta

“Jacob's Ladder” by Heather Wightman

“Tea Time” by Rachel Ruppert

“THE TREEHOUSE” by Rhonda Hyder

“Treehouse Afternoon” by N C

“The Treehouse” by Jacques Humanité

“Tree House Afternoon” by Ann Rapp

“Simpler Times” by Teresita Dominoski

“A Girl's Sanctuary” by Bethany Holley

🌟 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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