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“A cabin with plenty of food is better than a hungry castle”
“If the book is good, is about something that you know, and is truly written, and reading it over you see that this is so, you can let the boys yip and the noise will have that pleasant sound coyotes make on a very cold night when they are out in the snow and you are in your own cabin that you have built or paid for with your work.”
“Of all the husbands on the earth, The sailor has the finest berth, For in ‘is cabin he can sit, And sail and sail and let ‘er knit”
By valeria solorza on 01.27.2012
The cabin is built with a place, empty of a roaring fire.
The cabin is built with a solid door, one that hangs open in the drift.
The cabin is built with a creaky floor, one that is now covered with moss and debris.
The cabin was built with all the comforts of a home…a home fallen into disrepair.
By Jocelyn URL on 01.27.2012
cabin on a cliff of lake superior near grand marais, minnesota. seagulls swoop around by the beach that lies below. children collects pebbles on the shore, while their father watches from the cabin.
By no on 01.27.2012
The cabin seemed small from the outside, but once we stepped through the door, we found it was spacious. High ceilings and a fire place were the first things I noticed. This place would be perfect for our get away. I squealed as Luka swept me up into his arms, a hand around my shoulders and under my knees, placing a kiss against my forehead. “Welcome home baby.”
By Skyy URL on 01.27.2012
I would like to get a cabin up in the woods and sit around like Emerson reading poetry and creating art.
By Catherine Disterheft on 01.27.2012
a dream of mine. far away from everything. secluded. sustainable. I think about this almost daily. a lot of others probably do too. leaving it all behind. living in a cabin. chopping wood. making fires. listening to the trees… someday.
By nate on 01.27.2012
I live in a cabin. Warm pine womb.
By leslie g URL on 01.27.2012
We go to the cabin every year. Gull Lake is a wonderful place to spend the summer. Swimming hiking, picking berries. I haven’t been since I was 16. Oh how I miss those days.
By teeda URL on 01.27.2012
a place where you go on vacation sometimes in the winter or to relax to get away from nonsense & sometimes you stay in a cabin when you hike or when you want to go snowboarding or sledding during the winter
By Shelby on 01.27.2012
locked up in the woods
with your old overcoat
and a worn out pair of boots
you find the pictures of your memories
and the fountain of your youth
you can’t control your present
nor affect your future
besides with strides
and hopes to be made new
things won’t go well
unless you ask God what to do
more likely than not
the answer lies within you
so stop trying to change your past
or begin from where you stand
reroute your future stance
go back to your roots
By lauren on 01.27.2012
i am going to camp in a cabin this summer
By Lindsch on 01.27.2012
My friend mattie has a cabin. well her grand parents have it. I would like to see it myself. Cabins are pretty cool. It’s a place to go if you need a moment of solitude. Maybe I can go and rent one someday.
By Isaac on 01.27.2012
i never did quite feel as passionate as i felt in the cabin that summer
the weather was just hot and sticky enough
for my palms to stay deliciously clammy
for my thighs to stick together as i walked across the room
he was sitting on an old wicker chair that had become to wear
from the times i sat shivering
from the times i still wanted to escape
By Noelle URL on 01.27.2012
A cabin is a place of relaxation where you go on vacation during anytime of the year. (:
By Shelby URL on 01.27.2012
It’s dark but radiates a certain warmth I could not tell. I hope that it would be like this before I leave on the days of autumn comes.
By abe URL on 01.27.2012
I really miss the countryside. Like, really miss it. It’s been, like, 26 days since I was last out of this city and lord do I miss it. I’d love to rent a cabin for just a few days. Or forever. With some friends, and a lake, and a log fire, and it would be glorious. Please.
By Jess URL on 01.27.2012
In my cabin to the south, fur-lined chairs sit vacant, waiting for you. The walls are glass — you can see right through. Coffee brews, cools, is poured onto cement verandas. Waiting for you.
By RS Bohn URL on 01.27.2012
Joan call it the cabin and there are primroses around the steps to its small door. Everything fits inside with no room to spare. All the space is outside the window that makes the big wall where lands and ducks and birds live in peace alongside the stream. Its perfect there.
By nannan URL on 01.27.2012
The cabin in the woods seemed to invite him inside. Sighing, Kyle headed for the sanctuary, still wary. He kept his hand on the red tube of light in his pocket; it didn’t seem quite right to him. Why was there a cabin here, anyways? It didn’t make much sense to him, and Kyle didn’t want to get in trouble. Slowly, he crept to the window and raised his head slightly to peer inside. What he saw nearly caused him to topple backwards in horror.
By Elsie Shu URL on 01.27.2012
grass, trees, the beautiful lake. Fishing on the pier.
By Cynical on 01.27.2012
By rebekah ayles on 01.27.2012
The burning hearth stove. The smell of treated pine logs, stacked upon each other under the awnings of a shadowed cavernous roof. A place on a frozen lake, in which warmth collects and defeats the arctic chill outside. All a fallacy: within the jaws of the routine city.
By mattlock URL on 01.27.2012
go there when you want to get away from the city and jobs. place to focus of your self.
By Alismile100 on 01.27.2012
A cabin, is located and surrounded by the woods, mostly the trees, some animals lurch around them also. The cabins are made of wood entirely most of the time. Many people who own a cabin always stay there because they enjoy the woods and nature, not busy street.
By Katiebear c: URL on 01.27.2012
forget your job, bills, and any other issues. Cabins are made for peaceful settings. for get your problems. enjoy the bliss.
you ngo into a cabin when you go into the woods. it is sometimes a log cabin. i have seen a log cabin but i have not camped or lived in one. they look cool.
By lucy erickson on 01.27.2012
i sat down in my cozy, warm cabin with a cup of joe in one hand by the fire on a bear skin rug with my favorite dog next to me this was nice i thought. i looked outside to see the cold freezing snow outside and was gratef
By levi on 01.27.2012
The little house was situated in quite an out-of-the-way corner of the world, surrounded by woods almost entirely, although immediately around it, someone had cleared away the oppressive, looming trees. There was a garden, and a little pond, and it looked quite well-taken care of and even loved, but somehow, it seemed like an ominous little place. Something about it just seemed…off.
By hannah URL on 01.27.2012
The cabin sat in the middle of the forest, trees lining the backdrop, the lake shimmering in front. How I wish I could stay here a lifetime and write.
By Sheila URL on 01.27.2012
in a cabin in the woods, little man by the window stood..
we sang all in a row. It was Grandma’s 80th birthday. All the cousins sang together. I was so shy, but this I loved.
By May URL on 01.27.2012
I had cabin fever bad. I couldn’t believe it had rained for four days straight already. The road leading down the mountain was a sheer mudslide and I couldn’t safely get down it until things dried out a bit. It was a good thing I had made my grocery trip down the hill before the monsoon began.
I stood by my living room bay window with my cup of steaming hot, too sweet tea, and watched the rain fall.
By Eileen Maki URL on 01.27.2012
We sat here, our backs against the wooden shelter that was our abode, and we were surrounded with the trees, if not our love. The music sounds so different now. Stolen, by the fleeing hours.
By Moyra on 01.27.2012
It was warm by the fire. Granted, it only made a difference when one sat right beside the fire, but it seemed like a better idea to curl up beneath the stars with the fire’s warmth. The cabin was just too stuffy. And out there, beneath the twinkling sky, the two of them could be anyone they wished to be.
By Eponine24601 URL on 01.27.2012
A cabin in the woods, blanketed in snow. It is dusk. Light quickly dissipates as fog rushes in. Almost imperceptibly slowly, the door creaks open.
By pecatrix on 01.27.2012
cabins are scary. i watched a scary movie and the girl got killed in a cabin, ahhhhh. spooky. i know. this is stupid, idk what i’m supposed to type. ahhhhhhhhhh.
By Ahhhhhhh. on 01.27.2012
I’ve always wanted to go camping and sleep in a cabin, but no. My moms a redneck and makes us sleep in in a tent. I hate it. Were not the beverly hill billies!
By Ahhhhhhh. URL on 01.27.2012
Cool cats cabaret in the cabin.
By Marianne URL on 01.27.2012
Camp. I loved camp. Sleep away camp anyway. – Which is the one that had cabins! (I did not like day camp!) I was so happy to be away from home. Away from family, from the same ole grown ups. Away from teachers and the kids I knew. I thrived at camp. It was a dream come true for me in many ways. Dreams I didn’t really know existed. After my first summer, I wanted to go to camp all year round, so I asked my parents to send me to boarding school. They said no.
Coming home from camp was always awful. Really really awful. Most people are sad to leave friends, of course, but it was deeper than that for me. I fell into massive depressions that lasted all through the winter and never let up. “Time” never healed anything for me. By spring, I’d start to get hopeful about returning to camp. Then I’d have another great summer, in yet another cabin full of kids, and when it was time to go home I went through the same thing all over again. It never got easier.
– I’m going to stop here because, even now, in thinking about it, I could still get *that* upset all over again. Like I said, it never got easier. The feelings never went away.
By Noisy Quiet URL on 01.27.2012
What’s a cabin?
Maybe it’s a place where people go to get away.
Like a compartment on for humans.
On ships, in a building, or a smaller home.
Where you go to get away from sorrow and anger,
when you need too.
By MikhaelaPerez URL on 01.27.2012
No. Not again. I miss the city. I want to stay home in New York City with my Dad in our little apartment, walk the busy streets with my friends from school. Instead, I will be stuck in a cabin with my crazy aunt for two months in the middle of nowhere-South Dakota. Some summer.
By Brianna URL on 01.27.2012
a division of Identity Crisis, Inc.