Melody Joy wrote:
Willow and Fred Manchester were more concerned with the potential zombie apocalypse than most children, which is why they spent hours every day after school and every weekend slowly building a pair of tree houses in the tall pine trees behind the house. Although their parents thought they were crazy, it kept them from fighting except for the occasional arguments over whose tree house was better or safer, so they allowed it.
Forty years later after the tree houses had been completed and then promptly abandoned as their owners moved away to college, Willow slowly climbs the spiral staircase to her tree house home. The world didn’t end with zombies as she and her brother had guessed, but she supposed grimly that a plague that kills its victims permanently rather than turning them into brain-hungry monsters is preferable.
She could live in the house, of course, but there were too many bad memories there. It was in the house that she nursed her parents and her husband and her daughters as they died from the plague. It was from the house that she dragged their still bodies. It was behind the house that she buried them, removing countless of shovels of dirt that mixed with tears.
So she lived in the tree house. After all, she had built it as a safe place.
Dana Lee wrote:
It all started with a simple bet
Whose house could be
The highest yet?
Frank and Tom worked all day
Henry and Hank worked all night
Day after day
Night after night
These four builders built
Their houses to the sky
As it was expected
One day it happened
They ran out of wood
Build no longer they could
The four men
from their houses climbed down
looked up at both
and to everyone a crown
Everyone is a winner
The decision was made
For there was no house
Higher than the other
Chuck C. wrote:
Two Trees
John and James were brothers. John and James both had a tree. James said to John, “My tree is stronger.” John said, “Prove it,” so James built a tree house atop his tree. “My Tree house is grand! Look upon its splendor!”
Seething with jealousy, James climbed his tree and built his own tree house. He walked out onto his balcony and declared, “Look at my tree house! Behold all of its glorious splendor!”
John, seeing his brother’s success, decided to offer an olive branch. It had no olives though, which made James upset. The two did not speak again in their lifetime, all over two trees.
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