The forest was cold, white and sparkly.
Int he middle
in the darkest center
Laid a cabin.
This little place was the total opposite
of everything else
in that very forest
Ida
Ironic, my parents are at the cabin, I’m probably going to have friends over and this is a really sucky word for today, because I hate that god damn cabin with all of my heart. I’m writing nonsense because I’m having a fucking 2 month writers block.
i want to move into a little cabin in the middle of nowhere all alone. except i really dont want to be all alone, i just dont want to be hurt. but thats why i have to go alone. so i can become stronger and more resistant and self reliant. because everyone sucks and youll only ever be disappointed.
Cabin fever: like an itch you cannot scratch you sit alone, trying to find anything worth doing. You wish the cold were just gone so you could roll in the grass and be radiant as the sun itself.
Mykle Beck
in the log cabin top had to be amazing air fighter in worl war two. i really only know about this subjuct because of american history, i took it so i could be inspired, and have ideas of history and ethics and shit, to help me with concepts in my art class. i got a lot of great ideas but i probably failed the class.
Alex
I have cabin fever. It all started the day I lost everything. Now I am forever trapped within these memories long gone. Forever trapped within this last place of warmth. There is no other place like it. Just here.
And here I shall forever be… awaiting the end of the eternal winter.
the cabin in the woods. it seems that it’s the only place i feel at home. childhoods were spent there. memories were made. love was found, and eventually lost. sometimes home can be a bit painful. but it will always welcome you back.
I have cabin fever. It all started the day I lost it all. Now I am forever trapped within these memories long gone. Forever trapped within this last place of warmth. There is no other place in the world like it. Just here.
i would like to have a cabin someday. a cabin in the woods. a cabin where i can be myself and feel free. a cabin i feel i’m safe, away from all the insanity. a cabin by the woods, is a really good idea. so someday you will see, i will build me a cabin in the woods and by a tree.
The cabin was nestled in the middle of the woods, once upon a time. A windy worn path down to the lake, between the ferns and crawling Swedish ivy. There was nothing but a sun-bleached foundation now, with leaves piled in corners, ones caught in the illusion of walls that once would have kept them out.
An old cabin in a snowy wood. The perfect place for an introvert like me to write, to draw, to create and to imagine.
Olivia
I have cabin fever. It all started the day I lost it all. Now I am forever trapped within this cabin of memories long gone. Forever trapped within this last place of warmth. There is no other place like it. Just here.
Those are made of wood. You use them to go camping. People live in them. You can do activities in them. They are shelters. They’re on ships. You can sit in one. Eat in one. Dance in one. Play.
Pancake
Up by the North Lake-
he’ll always dare me to find a matching pair of snowflakes –
and a kiss if I couldn’t find it.
Win-win situation
Safe shelter tucked away in the woods, sun streaming in, dust dancing on its beams. Take me here, today please.
Barbara
I have cabin fever. It all started the day I lost it all. Now I am forever trapped within this cabin of memories long gone. Forever trapped within this last place of warmth. There is no other place in the world like it. Just here.
Myra Niu
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trees
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running
barefeet
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orange, green, black, purple, sleep, camp, brown blue tree sky sun moon leaveesseesfsees.
aleks
Cold. Late. Lonely. The cabin stood alone in the quiet forest waiting for someone to discover the treasures inside. It hadn’t been visited in such a long time that anyone who might have found it, might not have seen it under the covering on cobwebs.
K
This room is small, and though I’m surrounded by life, I feel alone. It’s like a cabin in the woods; the birds and bugs fly around, the neighbors drive past, but it’s just me here. Quiet, and still.
I would love to live in a cabin with the love of my life. away from humanity and all its stupidity. That would be the best. NO one could bother us there<3 Just us.
Kyla
Maybe I will try this again. I curl. I curl in front of the fire in a cabin. where is the cabin/ Does it matter? Does anything matter, I think not I have already written this three times. But alas, i will continue. The cabin is warm and outside is cold. Probably there is wind or possibly snow. But maybe not. All I know is that I am warm, and curled in front of the fire in a cabin.
Cabin, cabin, cabin. I live in one. No i don’t. But I do know a place that has cabins. THE MOUNTAINS. The mountains? you ask. Why yes, dear reader. the mountains have lots and lots of cabin I would assume. Maybe even, the woods. I know the woods as well. The woods in the mountains. AND A CABIN.
Sometimes I think life would be simpler if we all still lived in log cabins…simplicity. Lovely. Just nature, being inhaled at all moments of the day. Instead of falling asleep to the news or pretty little liars, above us the stars would drift our minds to sleep. Simple. Lovely.
Teddi Cliett
The cabin. I held his hand. A night we will never forget.
I am in a cabin. I am girl in a log cabin in the woods. Do you the woods? The ones behind your house? I am in a cabin in those woods. It is a lovely cabin. Very… log like. There is a chimney. It looks like a good place to read a book. A nice place to curl up. In the woods. In the mountains.
it was snowing outside. but inside, it was warm and cozy in the cabin. i was staring out the window at the snow covered trees when i felt a warm mug against my shoulder. “pretty in a icy way” Ky said as he handed me the mug of coco. i sipped the warm liquid but i couldn’t feel the warmth, nor could i, now that i thought about it feel the mug. I dropped the mug to the ground. “Jeez!” Ky said stepping back wide eyed, “what was that?!”
“I’m sorry!” i said, “i just, i just…”
i inhaled exasperated. i was in my bed. i looked at the clock. 6:45. i was late. it was all a dream.
Alibay
NO!!! I already wrote about cabins!! -_- Why????? I hope this time goes by fast D: Go bar go!! load those bars! woooooo! [———-]
Ashlie
I like to go camping and one time I stayed in a cabin and it was a lot of fun! The beds aren’t very comfy in there. But it was nice to not have to stay in a ten for once. There was four beds in there. And that is pretty much it. Yay for camping!
Ashlie
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Bob Sagget
cabins and stuff, yeah cabins and stuff. boy, i love me some cabins an stuff. when i say cabins, you say balls. cabins. BALLS. cabins. BALLS. okay i’m an idiot. i think i’ll stop writing now. oh wait i still have time, not much. okay were about to be coming to an abrupt ending here. waiting…still waiting. waiiiiitttttttting. done.
Amber
i had a cabin in the far east of Mississippi . My uncle paco lived there for about forty years. he had three children and two goats. The cabin was huge and it could accomodate about thirty two asians.
Josh Flores
I love cabins, how do I get to my perfect peace, I go to a cabin. But only on lake MI.
The forest was cold, white and sparkly.
Int he middle
in the darkest center
Laid a cabin.
This little place was the total opposite
of everything else
in that very forest
Ironic, my parents are at the cabin, I’m probably going to have friends over and this is a really sucky word for today, because I hate that god damn cabin with all of my heart. I’m writing nonsense because I’m having a fucking 2 month writers block.
Where people have *beep* and have fun out in the woods. :D Very nice for the outdoors.
i want to move into a little cabin in the middle of nowhere all alone. except i really dont want to be all alone, i just dont want to be hurt. but thats why i have to go alone. so i can become stronger and more resistant and self reliant. because everyone sucks and youll only ever be disappointed.
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Cabin fever: like an itch you cannot scratch you sit alone, trying to find anything worth doing. You wish the cold were just gone so you could roll in the grass and be radiant as the sun itself.
in the log cabin top had to be amazing air fighter in worl war two. i really only know about this subjuct because of american history, i took it so i could be inspired, and have ideas of history and ethics and shit, to help me with concepts in my art class. i got a lot of great ideas but i probably failed the class.
I have cabin fever. It all started the day I lost everything. Now I am forever trapped within these memories long gone. Forever trapped within this last place of warmth. There is no other place like it. Just here.
And here I shall forever be… awaiting the end of the eternal winter.
the cabin in the woods. it seems that it’s the only place i feel at home. childhoods were spent there. memories were made. love was found, and eventually lost. sometimes home can be a bit painful. but it will always welcome you back.
I have cabin fever. It all started the day I lost it all. Now I am forever trapped within these memories long gone. Forever trapped within this last place of warmth. There is no other place in the world like it. Just here.
And here I shall forever be.
i would like to have a cabin someday. a cabin in the woods. a cabin where i can be myself and feel free. a cabin i feel i’m safe, away from all the insanity. a cabin by the woods, is a really good idea. so someday you will see, i will build me a cabin in the woods and by a tree.
to find the cabin and the lady,
to lay down
where the sun is fragile small.
The cabin was nestled in the middle of the woods, once upon a time. A windy worn path down to the lake, between the ferns and crawling Swedish ivy. There was nothing but a sun-bleached foundation now, with leaves piled in corners, ones caught in the illusion of walls that once would have kept them out.
An old cabin in a snowy wood. The perfect place for an introvert like me to write, to draw, to create and to imagine.
I have cabin fever. It all started the day I lost it all. Now I am forever trapped within this cabin of memories long gone. Forever trapped within this last place of warmth. There is no other place like it. Just here.
Those are made of wood. You use them to go camping. People live in them. You can do activities in them. They are shelters. They’re on ships. You can sit in one. Eat in one. Dance in one. Play.
Up by the North Lake-
he’ll always dare me to find a matching pair of snowflakes –
and a kiss if I couldn’t find it.
Win-win situation
Safe shelter tucked away in the woods, sun streaming in, dust dancing on its beams. Take me here, today please.
I have cabin fever. It all started the day I lost it all. Now I am forever trapped within this cabin of memories long gone. Forever trapped within this last place of warmth. There is no other place in the world like it. Just here.
fever
seaside
ocean
wintertime
friendly
gentle
getaway
relax
trees
wood
running
barefeet
don’t forget
I’m on my own
blue skies
grey clouds
orange, green, black, purple, sleep, camp, brown blue tree sky sun moon leaveesseesfsees.
Cold. Late. Lonely. The cabin stood alone in the quiet forest waiting for someone to discover the treasures inside. It hadn’t been visited in such a long time that anyone who might have found it, might not have seen it under the covering on cobwebs.
This room is small, and though I’m surrounded by life, I feel alone. It’s like a cabin in the woods; the birds and bugs fly around, the neighbors drive past, but it’s just me here. Quiet, and still.
I would love to live in a cabin with the love of my life. away from humanity and all its stupidity. That would be the best. NO one could bother us there<3 Just us.
Maybe I will try this again. I curl. I curl in front of the fire in a cabin. where is the cabin/ Does it matter? Does anything matter, I think not I have already written this three times. But alas, i will continue. The cabin is warm and outside is cold. Probably there is wind or possibly snow. But maybe not. All I know is that I am warm, and curled in front of the fire in a cabin.
booooo you whorrreeee I already got cabin.
Cabin, cabin, cabin. I live in one. No i don’t. But I do know a place that has cabins. THE MOUNTAINS. The mountains? you ask. Why yes, dear reader. the mountains have lots and lots of cabin I would assume. Maybe even, the woods. I know the woods as well. The woods in the mountains. AND A CABIN.
Sometimes I think life would be simpler if we all still lived in log cabins…simplicity. Lovely. Just nature, being inhaled at all moments of the day. Instead of falling asleep to the news or pretty little liars, above us the stars would drift our minds to sleep. Simple. Lovely.
The cabin. I held his hand. A night we will never forget.
I am in a cabin. I am girl in a log cabin in the woods. Do you the woods? The ones behind your house? I am in a cabin in those woods. It is a lovely cabin. Very… log like. There is a chimney. It looks like a good place to read a book. A nice place to curl up. In the woods. In the mountains.
The cabin was empty.
A place to go for relaxation. Or some place for teenagers to have a party without their parents knowing…
Deep within the cabin there was something dark and mysterious or something like that. Cabin Cabin plane cabin
it was snowing outside. but inside, it was warm and cozy in the cabin. i was staring out the window at the snow covered trees when i felt a warm mug against my shoulder. “pretty in a icy way” Ky said as he handed me the mug of coco. i sipped the warm liquid but i couldn’t feel the warmth, nor could i, now that i thought about it feel the mug. I dropped the mug to the ground. “Jeez!” Ky said stepping back wide eyed, “what was that?!”
“I’m sorry!” i said, “i just, i just…”
i inhaled exasperated. i was in my bed. i looked at the clock. 6:45. i was late. it was all a dream.
NO!!! I already wrote about cabins!! -_- Why????? I hope this time goes by fast D: Go bar go!! load those bars! woooooo! [———-]
I like to go camping and one time I stayed in a cabin and it was a lot of fun! The beds aren’t very comfy in there. But it was nice to not have to stay in a ten for once. There was four beds in there. And that is pretty much it. Yay for camping!
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cabins and stuff, yeah cabins and stuff. boy, i love me some cabins an stuff. when i say cabins, you say balls. cabins. BALLS. cabins. BALLS. okay i’m an idiot. i think i’ll stop writing now. oh wait i still have time, not much. okay were about to be coming to an abrupt ending here. waiting…still waiting. waiiiiitttttttting. done.
i had a cabin in the far east of Mississippi . My uncle paco lived there for about forty years. he had three children and two goats. The cabin was huge and it could accomodate about thirty two asians.
I love cabins, how do I get to my perfect peace, I go to a cabin. But only on lake MI.