Dipper Pines Novels & Stories

"Get us to the tree-line." ​As the SUV roared to life, Leo looked back at the Miller Tower. It was no longer pulsing red, but it looked broken, a monument to a family that had tried to be gods and ended up as orphans. ​The Cabin in the Pines: ​Three hours later, the rain had turned to a thick, mountain mist. The SUV groaned as it climbed the unpaved trail toward the highest peaks of the Silverwood valley. Here, the pines grew so thick they choked out the light of the city below. The scent of damp earth and pine needles was so strong it made Leo’s wolf-half stir, a low, deep rumble in his chest that he hadn't felt since the fight in the Hall.

“Then we’ll make sure we get to.” Outside, the wind picked up. A howl echoed through the pines—far off, but real. And the scent of ash rolled in with the dark.

The old guy also called the names of the people on Ley’s side. After the exchange of greetings, the oldest looked at Ley. “So what’s the reason you requested a video call? Do you know how hard it has been to set up this thing? And it’s very cold here, so old bones like me would always feel like it’s very torturous to move.” The City of Pines was famous for being cold all-year round due to its high location and even on summer, nights there would compel one to turn the house's heater on. Ley raised an eyebrow, his glance asking 'why go there in the first place'?

It was only March, but the weather had been unusually warm, and the gum was running in thin viscous threads imperceptibly slow, but the cup was half full of the sticky whitish mass. “I declare, we can begin dipping soon!” Joe said to himself, glancing around at the other pines, which were all similarly blazed and tapped. This was the best corner of the Burnam turpentine “orchard.” The trees that grew here were splendid long-leaf pines, shooting up straight as arrows almost a hundred feet before they broke into palm-like branches; and many of them were so large that the turpentine gatherers had been able to chip them on both sides, and hang two cups on them.

Bonus Chapter 17 – Cabin Getaway: Fireplace Worship (20-Year Anniversary Escape) Eli POV The cabin was buried deep in the Colorado pines no cell signal, no nearby lights, only snow-laden branches brushing the roof and the steady pop of the stone fireplace Dante had stoked to life the second we stepped through the door.

Sherbourn. Even when Makayla was gearing up to take Stacey down, she was already setting up her next play. Four Pines wasn’t just another forest—it was sacred ground. Endangered species. Fragile ecosystems. And a thorn in the side of any developer with dollar signs in their eyes. Stacey had learned nothing. Or worse—she’d learned everything and was moving faster than anyone could keep up. GreenFlare: Can someone quietly send me everything you’ve got on Red Cedar and LSB? I need dates, properties, owners, and aliases.

She nodded and put the cigarette back. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "I'm just lucky I guess?" "Yeah, lucky you are not crazy, yet. Anyway, the club is Dawson, turn on Whispering Pines, you can’t miss it. You know the big dumpy place down from the church? It kind of looks like a gothic hangover if a goth and a heavy metal nut case had a baby. " "I know the place, well I have seen it before and I am not sure that I am not crazy, Oshey."

The campsite clearing opened up near the top of the ridge, a beautiful flat area surrounded by tall pines and a small stream trickling nearby. Jake and Dylan had already worked efficiently. Two large tents were pitched, a fire pit was dug and ringed with stones, and the food supplies were properly hung from a high branch to keep them safe from animals. The late afternoon sun bathed everything in golden light, but the air was starting to cool as shadows lengthened across the mountains.

The rain pours down heavily, and it looks like it’s not going to stop anytime soon. Only a few tourists visit the Pines City during the rainy season and it’s perfect time for those who are seeking peace and quiet away from the noises in urban cities. Amidst the cold weather, Nate took a long stroll from the main road to the foot of the mountain where the main entrance to Pines City is. He had to stop somewhere to let the rain pass. From a distance, he discovered an old building that looks like a chapel. Later, he realized that it is the chapel of the seminary that is standing right behind it.

I threw my duffel bag into the passenger seat and pulled out of the airport parking lot, double-checking the crumpled directions I printed earlier. Shadow Pine in Oregon isn’t even on G****e Maps. I had to dig up some backwater blogs just to find the approximate location. “Near the Cascade foothills, deep in the timberland,” one description had said, almost like a warning. It’s a three to four hour drive through winding mountain roads, most of it surrounded by nothing but forest. Massive pine trees blur together outside my window—dark, looming shadows that block out the sunlight. Even the rain looks thicker here, turning the world into a shadowy haze.