Short Stories

The Magic Tree

Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I couldn't think of any ideas 😬😬

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Do you have a place you like to go? A secret place? I do, although it's shared with my sister, Nina. She's six and she's really sweet. We call our special place The Magic Tree. We live quite far away from the city, we're more in the countryside. There's miles of grassy plains all around. There are lots of trees too, but none like The Magic Tree. It's giant, but it seems gentle, and kind. It's branches are like widespread arms, welcoming you. When the sun shines through its leaves in the morning, it glows in the purest radiance. It's stood brave in the face of many a storm. It's always been my favourite place to go, ever since I was three. Although now I'm fourteen, it probably seems stupid and childish to have such a place, or to still believe in magic and to think of things as magical. But I don't care what other people think of me because so long as I have The Magic Tree, Nina and my mum and dad, that's all I need.