Uncle Tom's Cabin Novels & Stories

"You're.... you're still...." "Let me go, Uncle. I don't wanna stain you with blood. I know you don't like the smell." Tobias muttered. "Why are you doing this, Tobias? Your parents would be crying up there..." Uncle Will snorted. "They shouldn't have left this world then," Tobias stated, gaze sinister. "Tobias..." Uncle Will let go slowly. Tobias didn't look back. He entered his Rectory smoothly. The door closed slickly after him. -- [Unknown Cabin]

Next to the tray lay a neatly folded, incredibly plush black silk robe and a small, handwritten note in that elegant, sharp cursive she recognized instantly. “You slept like a log, little birdie. I had to restrain myself from waking you up for a second round. Eat everything, soak until your body stops aching, and don't think about James. I’ve already taken care of your schedule for today. You’re mine to look after now.” — A, your favorite uncle.

"I know." Tom recognized the teenage boy as Uncle Saint. Feeling relieved to find him in this strange place, he called out, but his young uncle didn't respond. He tried again, but there was still no answer. It was strange, seeing Uncle Saint look so young, so much smaller than the uncle Saint he knew, and yet somehow just as sad. Tom continued to look around, observing the various things floating nearby. He spotted Uncle Saint again, this time in a different scene. Tom didn't recognize the people arguing with him, but he could see Uncle Saint getting upset and then running home to cry quietly in his room, his small shoulders shaking in a way that made Tom's own chest ache.

After Uncle Smith ended the call, the warden approached him, "Hey, you've got a visitor." Uncle Smith followed the warden to a room that looked like an interrogation room. The walls were a drab gray, and the floor was made of worn linoleum. The air was thick with the smell of stale cigarettes and sweat. In the center of the room, an iron chair sat, its surface scratched and rusted. Uncle Smith was led to the chair, his hands cuffed behind his back as he sat down.

If not for the enemies who are haunting us, this is the perfect place to rest and enjoy nature. After thirty minutes of running, Hector's wolf slowed down as a cabin reached our sight. The cabin was small and simple. It was made from wood and its natural beauty radiated a welcome environment for us. Hector invited me to get inside. Inside the cabin was cozy. Hector approached the fireplace to prepare the fire. It was getting late and we need to warm ourselves. In the left corner, I saw a shelf of books. On the other side lies a bed covered in soft cotton sheets.

“You think all this news will be a good thing for Uncle? You think if everyone found out about our relationship on the news media and social media it would all be okay? What's more, Uncle is not a random person who will only remain silent with all things related to Tomkins. Of course you know and understand all that, Henry." Henry was silent for a moment. “This is no ordinary petty problem that we can deal with anytime and anywhere, Henry. Uncle can do a lot of things to make trouble between us. And I don't want that to happen. No longer. I've seen how Uncle's manipulation has affected me during these five years, and I'm the one who fell for his manipulation. I don't want to be that stupid L

Now that She has it all, she refuses to wake up. We stopped in front of a very simple two stories wooden cabin with a huge porch. Uncle Rain jumped out of the car and rushed inside. He looked like a kid running inside a candy shop. Uncle Luca growled lowly. We both knew how tiring this weekend was going to be with him. It felt like I took a trip with four kids. He didn't even help me get the pups inside. "Everything is set in your room. So, do you want to rest first or...."

Grandfather Martins had told his son, Darius (Danielle's father) to let him stay at the care center since his wife died after they left the cabin. He alone knew the story of the cabin and the secret that lurked around this place, he never had the chance to destroy the notes and put the cabin up for auction. He hoped that no one will ever visit the cabin again, after what happened to him and everything that happened before the calamity befell him and his wife. He wished nothing of sort would happen to someone else.

“But I have to wonder about the future of a child climbing trees and breaking into a young family’s house to play Peeping Tom at a married woman too. Game’s about to start, Juliet, so I’m going to look for some good shots for tomorrow’s column. Thank you for sharing your blanket for a few. It’s always nice talking to you.” *Junior* With everyone stirred up and going to the baseball tournament, it’s no trouble at all for me to sneak away from my Uncle Basil’s farm though I’m not permitted to go. With both Uncle and Aunt Leona’s eyes failing, it’s a simple thing to set up a scarecrow wearing my clothes and hat at a distance in the field and hide under the hay tarp in the back of the truck.

Reuben panicked. "Reuben, where are you? I am waiting for you. Come fast." He replied. "Uncle Tom, I am sorry!!! I got caught. I don't know how but they get me? I am throwing the papers into the wild towards the south of the forest. If you search properly. I hope you will find them, but for now, run away from here and tell my sister that I am in trouble. She will come to save me. Bye." Reuben sends the message to his uncle by mind link, throwing the papers with force. As his attention gets diverted from his speed.