156 Story Treehouse Novels & Stories

] She clings on my furs instead to support her weary knees then the rest of them emulate her, the only one who hopped on me is the tour-guide pishney. "Good wolf," Dandeline said. There are bridges connected to each tree. Terraces outside each treehouse. Thick woods underpinned the treehouses. Everything is made in woods. And because of the wind, it's a perfect place for relaxation. The pishney lends us a vacant treehouse. They came inside except me and Dandeline, I was waiting for her to come first but she's enjoying the view on the terrace. The doorway is designed for pishnies that make it necessary for me to stoop down before entering. And I bumped my head on top of the doorway because of

And we cannot stop the uprising if the witches do not help us. When I arrived at the tall rainforest protecting the witches’ coven, I used my powers again to locate civilization from the sky. I had no time to get lost in forests. I ran farther until I saw a web of treehouses and huts on the ground. It was as big as the palace from above, the treehouses spanning across what seemed like multiple villages. All were connected by veins of bridges or trees. On the ground were huts of varying sizes.

But I doubted many of them had the same story as mine. The treehouse was huge and beautiful, the perfect gift for my two-year-old daughter. I moved to the other side and plopped down on one of the cushion chairs. Djurek might crave the kingdom all he wanted but I would make sure it was in my capability not to ever be alone.

At 8:24 AM, they come across the large dark shade of a humongous weeping willow with twisting branches and long needle leaves that graciously hung from above. Agatha marched up front and caressed the old and textured bark of the willow. “Welcome to my tree, friends,” Agatha said. In the curtain of green leaves, a brown craft of ropes fashioned into a makeshift ladder revealed itself. Isa and Mickey looked up to see the rope ladder knotted furiously on one thick branch. Situated on it was a small treehouse with a room that seemed like it could fit the three of them; constructed out of dark hardwood materials and fibrous rope. Moss and fungi attached themselves in the nooks and crevices of its

"Well. This is what I wanted to say. The occurrence at Aunt Agero's place is not an issue to bypass. This is the time to write down history. Has anyone here ever heard of 'The Tale of the Four Brothers and the Python?" The house fell silent for a moment, everyone eyeing at each other. "I guess, from the look of things, no one has ever heard of it," said Otieno. "Well, this is it," continued Ogola. "A centuried prophetic tale has been told around that great shrine of our progenitors that now lies in ruins. It goes that the tree embodied some supernatural powers that governed the society by protecting goodness from being superseded by evil. And in every generation, two people lived from the sa

I pulled her to my side, and she leaned her head against my shoulder, Just when I thought she had gone to sleep, she spoke, “Lexi!” “Hmm?” “I like this place. Can’t we live in a tree house? Forever?” Reaching out I held her chin and made her look up, “You like tree houses?” “A lot!” kissing her forehead, I pressed her face back into my shoulder, “Then it’ll be a tree house.” The next thing I did was to send a mind link to Brian, “Can we get a tree house constructed inside the palace boundaries? Somewhere private.”

He grunts, strides forward, and looks up at what he’s done. It’s amazing. The shack is still there, leaning starboard, mushrooms sprouting from the moss on the roof, but in the tall oaks in the tree line beyond it, a freaking treehouse rises from the stout branches. And it’s not the sort of thing a male would make for a pup or like you’d see in a picture book, nothing like that. It has levels. It has architectural details.

It looked beautiful. We all sat down on the floor. Zeus wrapped his arms around me and I placed my head on his shoulder. "Pa and Uncle Hayden built this tree house for us when we were kids. It used to have three bedrooms. One for me. One for Zeus. And one for Dabria. Zeus never slept in his bedroom. He was always inside Dabria's room." Moon started telling Ocean the Story of our tree house. It was the place where we used to play all day long.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting playful patches of light that danced across the wooden floor, while the air carried the fresh scent of earth, making Dean momentarily lose himself in this strange, enchanting world. "Wow, is this... is this yours?" Dean asked in disbelief, the scene before him so unexpected it felt like stepping into a fairytale. Chen chuckled softly, giving Dean a light pat on the back. "Yeah, this was my secret hideout when I was a kid. Whenever my mom scolded me, I’d come up here to hide. The treehouse back then wasn’t as comfortable as it is now. The most I had was a cardboard box that I used as a bed and one book that I’d read until I finished it and swapped

Aiden tells me as he pulls me close and wipes away my tears that don't seem to want to go away as I take in the beautiful house he had designed for me and our family. Aiden pulls me away and shows me to the room that will be our office. Two desks face each other with a floor to ceiling window wall to the side of them. The window over looks a giant treehouse. One half of the treehouse is a pirate ship the other is a castle. "Babe, you do realize that treehouse will be rotten by the time they are actually old enough to enjoy it; right?" I turn to face Aiden. He stands behind the desk that is his tapping at the keys of his laptop.