Tyche Cabin Novels & Stories

' We drove along the gravel road -more of a path for vehicles which wound through the settlement- for quite a while before reaching a row of cabins so close to the forest they were almost in it. I hadn't known what to expect, but it was surprising to see the cabins all looked very different. Some were small enough to obviously be one room while others stretched out rooms like wings. Carson directed us to park in front of a cabin which reminded me of a bowtie---a skinny center part with two wide portions on either side. "You will be sharing this cabin with your escort, Rachel. It's set up as a modesty building. You'll share the sitting area though you both have your own sleeping area with pri

And with that being said, he walked away leaving Ruth stunned, she brushed it off thinking he woke up at the wrong side of the bed. ***** He got dressed as fast as he could and left the house, he went out through the back, something keeps telling me that this cabin is creepy, since the night they arrived and the breeze that made the hairs on skin stand and the night he saw an old lady while he was in the kitchen with Patrick. He let his mind wander and still he could not find anything to hold against the cabin. He stopped to look at the signboard, the arrow point left to the lake, he followed the road, by his calculation, it was just a five minutes walk from that path and fifteen minutes fro

Ambrose is quick to shrug me off, taking a few steps away. “Ambrose, I am sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I did. It was wrong of me.” I say softly. “Forget it. Get back in the car.” She snarls, walking away and gets back into the car. I wouldn’t blame him if he drove off and left me. I’ve upset him. Groaning, I return to the car. He starts driving for another twenty minutes before we come to a large, tall set of steel gates. Ambrose uses a code to open them. Five minutes more in the car, and a cabin comes into view. It is beautiful—light coloured outer structure with tall, black roofs. There is a balcony added onto it. Large walls and fences surround it. It is as secure as his house. There

But the peace of the morning did nothing to calm the storm raging inside me. Chloe climbed out of the truck, her eyes scanning the cabin with a mixture of wariness and exhaustion. “This is the place?” I nodded, walking around to the back of the truck to grab our bags. “It’s not much, but it’ll keep us hidden for a while.” Chloe didn’t argue. She just followed me inside, her footsteps quiet on the creaky wooden floor. The inside of the cabin was just as bare as the outside—one small room with a bed, a table, and a fireplace. It was enough for now. It had to be.

Maelstrom of emotions that’s dragging my heart onto the ocean floor. Our car we’re put in a screeching halt at the notorious cabin that Jake was talking about. Telling us about a lore of a decapitated body skulking around here at midnight, looking for its head, that still yet to be unearthed. Telling us that he had proof of trails of dried blood in the carpet, which was a total fallacy. The cabin’s spacious, great for glamping, with a rustic fireplace, viable for freezing weather. Only two bedrooms are available though, with the capacity to lodge five heads.

She was merely a background character, her vehicle casting lights through the window as she and Ethan passed. Eventually, they entered another wooded area, and Lydia sighed as she watched the trees crop up around them once more. They emerged half an hour later in front of a small wooden cabin, set back behind a scenic pond with a circular driveway separating it from the home. Another safe house. She sat up in the seat, taking in the surroundings. This one seemed less fashionably esoteric and more modern, lowkey, approachable. She grabbed the bookbag at her feet and went to open her door, but Ethan stopped her with another gentle squeeze.

He grabbed two duffle bags in the back and led me up to the cabin. We traveled up the verandah. Ryder dropped the bags and fished for the key in his pocket. I released my pheromones, cocooning everything around us. To a passerby, the cabin looked like a cozy get away spot for some rich asshole. The inside was furnished with the best pieces of furniture. Marble tiles. Wooden walls. Expensive curtains. If robbers stumbled on this place, they would think Christmas came early.

Maybe third. I couldn't do that. Wouldn't do that. Around two AM, Tyler pulled off the highway onto a smaller road. Then onto an even smaller road that was barely paved. "Where are we?" "Almost there." The road ended at a small cabin. Isolated. Surrounded by trees. No other buildings visible. "This is my family's old hunting cabin," Tyler said. "We haven't used it in years. No one knows about it except me. You'll be safe here."

Tyler opens the door for me; as I enter, he says, “I have things that need my attention. Xavier will stay and answer any other questions you have.” When Tyler leaves, I enter the cabin; it has one large room with a kitchen to my left and a stone fireplace with two large armchairs on my right. Against the opposite wall is a large four-poster bed. I walk over to it running my hands across the wood; its beautiful mahogany color has darkened to a deep red with age. I pull the dark green curtains closed, smiling to myself. Beside the bed is the door that leads to a small bathroom and laundry. I stepped back, colliding with Xavier.

"This could be really nice." We're at the cabin an hour later, after winding through increasingly remote roads that cut through dense forest. The cabin emerges from a clearing—a lovely piece of property that's been in my family for generations. The logs have darkened with age, the small porch weathered to a silvery gray. Unlike the grand estates with their marble and gilded fixtures that my family typically favors, this home truly is a small cabin. But it's well-appointed with everything we'll need for our stay: a stone fireplace, comfortable furniture, a kitchen stocked with essentials, and the promised two bedrooms with a shared bathroom between them. Except there's one detail that wasn't