Living in that wooden hut was my childhood. It wasn’t even a cabin; it was logs thrown at each other with a bed and a stove underneath. I’ve come a long way since then. I look back and pity my little girl self. No one should have to live in such impoverished standards. But I look ahead to keep from tearing up. It’s all I can do. Look ahead.
It was crowded, full of sweated people, smelling terribly so breakfast eaten today morning, was really eager to come out and see the bright sunlight. Unfortunately, the worst was supposed to come. As the door opened, a fat man with KFC bucket took a look inside the elevator and decided that there is enough room for him in this cabin.
The cabin was a rustic looking, made of pine. It gave off a warm, inviting look to it that said “hey, come spend your winters with me, all cozy like”. It gave off an inviting smell as a crumbled to the ground as an ashy pile.
It starts in the cabin and it ends…well, the ending isn’t important. Not right now. But it starts there and stretches into sharing a room, a bed, kissing under the dock and holding hands under the safety blanket of the lake not far from the house. Ryan wishes he had never left that place.
Ein roter Vorhang an goldenen Stangen. Als Carla sich in die Kabine hineinbegab, traute sie ihren Augen nicht. Vor ihr, also auf der anderen Seite des Spiegels, stand eine wunderschöne Frau. Sie kannte sie und sie kannte sie doch nicht. Sie hatte sie jeden Tag gesehen, aber noch nie so.
The cabin was dark and lonely-looking.
“Hello?”
Nobody answered, as expected. The dark-haired woman took a simple bag out and threw it over her shoulder. Then she noticed it. A recna, lying on the floor on it’s back, looking as hideous as ever. She killed it with a swing, then whistled sweetly as she strolled out.
There’s a cabin in the woods. A place of humble peace and quiet. It sits on a small hill; the trees follow the incline. During the autumn, the leaves quietly fall from their nestled places above, gently to the ground.
It sat there looming, deep in the forest. Deserted and forgotten long ago. Shingles blown away, revealing gaping holes in the roof. The door, no longer hanging on its hinges, lay in pieces on the dilapidated, rotting porch. The few windows that weren’t shattered, watched over the forest like sinister eyes. Everything about the cabin warned, “Stay away from here…”, yet I couldn’t resist. Something evil beckoned. A force stronger than common sense. […]
you can stay in cabins. usually most of them are in forests. cabins are houses made out of logs. you can rent them sometimes and stay in them with your family are maybe even friends.
I think of cabin and i think of indian princesses, when i was younger me and my dad and other girls and dads would go to a log cabin and camp out there. it reminds me of being smaller, and of the winter and cold and simpler times.
In the little cabin across the road, the woman knitted, looking out of the window. Tears always streamed down her eyes. Everybody walked past it, and everybody saw her, and she saw everybody. Yet she never spoke, and they never spoke to her. That was the way it was.
she stepped into the cabin, looked around and took the first thing she saw en clobbered him over the head, after he looked back over his shoulder at him she wished she had not picked up that fluffy pillow
At our northern cabin, there is a spectacular view of a lake behind a monstrous growth of redwoods. It looks very green from a distance, but if you edge closer to it, the hues of the grass shy away to reveal the light blue of the sky overhead. At night, when the swarms of stars and cosmic dust emerge in swirls and whirlwinds, you can see the water glitter.
The only cabin I own is the one in my heart, the one I carry around with me day after day. Some days, the fireplace has gone out, and there is no warmth there. On other days, it is where I ground myself, holding onto the last of my home.
I don’t like cabins and stuff like that. It is too similar too camping. I really hate camping. I guess a cabin is better. I prefer staying in a hotel, or just stay home.
the cabin. in the cabin. its all empty. it makes you wonder, what if we were empty? then we would be lost and never found or photographed but never hung.
I remember the old cabin, the one we would spend weekends in, the one we would share secrets, the one that created all our memories, if only you realised that the whole time,
I loved you<3
Cabin fever.
Horror movies where a bunch of idiot teenagers go to a cabin by themselves so they can have sex and party without their parents watching. And then they’re all killed.
Also, calm, peaceful retreats with my choir friends, or with my Greek club friends. An escape from all the mundane, stressful patterns of being a student.
Living in that wooden hut was my childhood. It wasn’t even a cabin; it was logs thrown at each other with a bed and a stove underneath. I’ve come a long way since then. I look back and pity my little girl self. No one should have to live in such impoverished standards. But I look ahead to keep from tearing up. It’s all I can do. Look ahead.
It was crowded, full of sweated people, smelling terribly so breakfast eaten today morning, was really eager to come out and see the bright sunlight. Unfortunately, the worst was supposed to come. As the door opened, a fat man with KFC bucket took a look inside the elevator and decided that there is enough room for him in this cabin.
I took a cabin to the MOMA. I caught cabin fever from the driver I think.
The cabin was a rustic looking, made of pine. It gave off a warm, inviting look to it that said “hey, come spend your winters with me, all cozy like”. It gave off an inviting smell as a crumbled to the ground as an ashy pile.
It starts in the cabin and it ends…well, the ending isn’t important. Not right now. But it starts there and stretches into sharing a room, a bed, kissing under the dock and holding hands under the safety blanket of the lake not far from the house. Ryan wishes he had never left that place.
BOOKSHELF CHAIR CUPBOARD HOUSE FURNITURE SOFA LIGHT COSI COFFEE SHOP BED ROOM BROWN
Ein roter Vorhang an goldenen Stangen. Als Carla sich in die Kabine hineinbegab, traute sie ihren Augen nicht. Vor ihr, also auf der anderen Seite des Spiegels, stand eine wunderschöne Frau. Sie kannte sie und sie kannte sie doch nicht. Sie hatte sie jeden Tag gesehen, aber noch nie so.
The cabin was dark and lonely-looking.
“Hello?”
Nobody answered, as expected. The dark-haired woman took a simple bag out and threw it over her shoulder. Then she noticed it. A recna, lying on the floor on it’s back, looking as hideous as ever. She killed it with a swing, then whistled sweetly as she strolled out.
There’s a cabin in the woods. A place of humble peace and quiet. It sits on a small hill; the trees follow the incline. During the autumn, the leaves quietly fall from their nestled places above, gently to the ground.
when i hear the word cabin i think about the woods and hunting and out doors.
It sat there looming, deep in the forest. Deserted and forgotten long ago. Shingles blown away, revealing gaping holes in the roof. The door, no longer hanging on its hinges, lay in pieces on the dilapidated, rotting porch. The few windows that weren’t shattered, watched over the forest like sinister eyes. Everything about the cabin warned, “Stay away from here…”, yet I couldn’t resist. Something evil beckoned. A force stronger than common sense. […]
Justin Vernon wrote his first an amazing album at his dads cabin in the middle of nowhere, For Emma For Ever Ago, simply amazing!!!!!
A cabin is a place that is sometimes in the woods sometimes by a lake but is not close to anything like stores.
A cabin is like a summer home. It can be used for when you visit someone you can stay there. Or it is used for a house.
you can stay in cabins. usually most of them are in forests. cabins are houses made out of logs. you can rent them sometimes and stay in them with your family are maybe even friends.
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cabin is a place you live in like a house or you can use it for camping. camping is so fun i like sitting by the fire and eating smors
the cabin is made out of wood
A cabin is a small home where mostly homless people sleep.
A cabin is a small house most commonly used for vacation. The cabin is usually made out of wooden logs called log cabins. CAKE CAKE CAKE.
I think of cabin and i think of indian princesses, when i was younger me and my dad and other girls and dads would go to a log cabin and camp out there. it reminds me of being smaller, and of the winter and cold and simpler times.
In the little cabin across the road, the woman knitted, looking out of the window. Tears always streamed down her eyes. Everybody walked past it, and everybody saw her, and she saw everybody. Yet she never spoke, and they never spoke to her. That was the way it was.
she stepped into the cabin, looked around and took the first thing she saw en clobbered him over the head, after he looked back over his shoulder at him she wished she had not picked up that fluffy pillow
At our northern cabin, there is a spectacular view of a lake behind a monstrous growth of redwoods. It looks very green from a distance, but if you edge closer to it, the hues of the grass shy away to reveal the light blue of the sky overhead. At night, when the swarms of stars and cosmic dust emerge in swirls and whirlwinds, you can see the water glitter.
The only cabin I own is the one in my heart, the one I carry around with me day after day. Some days, the fireplace has gone out, and there is no warmth there. On other days, it is where I ground myself, holding onto the last of my home.
A cabin is a house out in the woods. Its typically a small house.
A cabin is also a specific part of a airplane.
My mom has a ticket to a big bear cabin for one week. It might expire because there is not much snow.
I don’t like cabins and stuff like that. It is too similar too camping. I really hate camping. I guess a cabin is better. I prefer staying in a hotel, or just stay home.
the cabin. in the cabin. its all empty. it makes you wonder, what if we were empty? then we would be lost and never found or photographed but never hung.
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I remember the old cabin, the one we would spend weekends in, the one we would share secrets, the one that created all our memories, if only you realised that the whole time,
I loved you<3
there were so many lagends of this cabin. to me they were all fake, but now that im going to live there they are starting to become real.
Cabin fever.
Horror movies where a bunch of idiot teenagers go to a cabin by themselves so they can have sex and party without their parents watching. And then they’re all killed.
Also, calm, peaceful retreats with my choir friends, or with my Greek club friends. An escape from all the mundane, stressful patterns of being a student.
A cabin is a small house.
Is some where in the middle of no where.
My moms uncle has a cabin by Roosevelt and im pretty sure Mason has a cabin by Roosevelt
the cabin was dark and there was a scream. i ran but she caught up to me.i was never seen again….. until now
A cabin is where when some people go on a vacation and have a cabin to stay at instead stay at a hotel or a friends house…
i live in a log cabin in the woods. it has three rooms and i love it. it is very beautiful and green around it.
My dad used to own a small cabin in the woods. I don’t know what to write so ………. Yeah, Cabin.