Cabin I Novels & Stories

"At least, I'll have a barrier between my sleeping body and those threatening trees. One good wind and those things will topple over, swallowing our cabin." From what Dimitri could tell from the Council, all the cabins were pretty much the same: A master bedroom with a bathroom in the back, a guest bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen with an island separating it from the living room, which also had a fireplace. There was a front door, a back door, and windows scattered throughout along with a front porch along the front of the cabin. They were also all furnished, but the residents could use their own furniture if they desired. However, Dimitri was also told most arrived with just the clothes on t

I would get to be just like everyone else. For the first time in my life. Normal. ** The long drive passed by in a flash. I stretched in my seat as Kemper steered the car through the patrolled entrance to the cabin. Such a small word for the grandiosity of the home at the base of the mountains. With two stories and housing just over ten bedrooms and the same number of bathrooms, the cabin was big enough to accommodate a small community within its walls. Cleared through for entry, I gathered my things and slid my sunglasses over my nose as the car rocked to a gentle stop.

I still try to hear something, nothing follows, but my heart refuses to slow down. The cabin has four visible rooms - the main living area with the kitchen, and three small bedrooms. The cabin looks so small from outside , I don't know how it looks so big inside - again, it is magic. I proceed to do a thorough search of all the rooms, looking for potential escape routes or hiding places- I need to think ahead. The bedrooms all contain comfortable-looking beds with fresh bed sheets, small wardrobes and I am tempted to sleep in them.

I announced to everyone and King Otis nodded his head in understanding of why I didn’t do it the proper way in their eyes. “I need a shower after being in the dungeons talkig to those dumbasses.” I said to everyone. I started to go towards the cabin I had rented when Lumar stopped me. “Where are you going Ginger?” Lumar asked me “Back to the cabin where all my stuff is.” I responded to him

But my conscience prodded me to find out the truth. What was the cabin number they told me? Yes, DB5055, high deck 9. Should I go there and check for myself? There was no harm in checking. It had been almost an hour since Ted disappeared. Finishing my ice cream, I walked into the nearest elevator to take me to high deck 9. The doors slid open, and I walked out, checking the number on the cabin doors. DB4052, DB4053, DB4054, DB6055..

or someone. The cabin came into view after a few minutes—if you could call it a cabin. It looked like something out of a wilderness survival show. Tin roof, bulletproof glass, and a single solar panel affixed crookedly on the edge of the structure. It had the kind of quiet that screamed danger, the kind that dared you to knock. Elias parked beside Nova’s bike. She hopped off her seat with her usual swagger and knocked twice on the metal door, then once more after a pause.

Adams waited at the driver’s seat patiently humming to himself when all of a sudden, the door burst opened, startling him. “Oh mine! Ichabod! You almost gave me a fit! Why were you back so....” He kept quiet as he recognized the twitched face and the cyan eyes. In a low growl, Odin ordered, “drive!” “Okay.” Adams said without further ado and switched on the engine. **

I carefully observe kung gagalaw ba ito muli. Hindi kasi ito yung normal paggalaw ng dahon. Medyo kita dito ang puno but I doubt kung makikita mo ang cabin nato mula roon. The cabin is small at natatakpan ng malalaking bushes and leaves, and plus the factor that it was built under a big narra tree.

Not so much for the shattered, cored-out woman I have become but for my daughter, Victory. I descend a narrow, rusting stairway and walk quickly down the long hall, steadying myself against the walls. The lighting is dim and flickering. I struggle to remember what my cabin number is-203, I think. There are five men on board other than the captain, and I don’t see any of them.

I do not take it off. The new safe house is a cabin at the end of a logging road, surrounded by pines so thick the sky disappears. It is smaller than the last one, older, the wood grey and weathered. A wood stove sits in the corner. The windows are small, high up, too narrow for a person to squeeze through.