Dionysus Cabin Novels & Stories

“How about you clean up before opening that smelly mouth?” Dionysus smirked as he pushed the bathroom door which was located in the kitchen area which is just next to the dining hall and disappeared inside there a second after. The cabin was quite small yet cozy. It had two medium rooms, one small and one large room. Next to the entrance was the living room consisting of a television, a small cabinet, five chairs that circled the round table. Next to it was a small dining hall which only had a dining table and a small cupboard. And at the back was the kitchen which shared a space with a small bathroom and toilet.

The happy act ended. “Alright,” I said. “Play that game. If you won’t tell me, then I’ll just give you what you want. Then maybe you’ll stop acting so damn suspicious.” Her head whipped toward me. Her face was pale. “What?” “Dante,” I said in a heavy voice. “He has a cabin. In the Blackridge Mountains. No street number. You drive up the old forestry road, keep going until the very end. Only house there.” Her eyes widened. She wasn’t just listening. She was taking it in, word by word. Her lips moved, whispering the directions to herself. Memorizing.