Janet's Cabin: A Short Story

***=Work on You wake up to go get coffee and you see a murder scene with your two best friends dead. In the book “The Cabin” by Natasha Peterson, seven friends go to one of their parents’ cabin, in the middle of nowhere. After their first night there they wake up to two of their friends dead. With no signs of forced entry, suspicion turns to Blake, Mckenzie, Aaron, Megan and Kyle the five survivors.

Waking up to discover the immense, pristine wilderness of Alaska, listening to the birds chirping their sounds while feeling the tremble of your heart beating through your veins. Trees as far as one can see with rolling hills and distant peaks covered with unblemished snow. The sounds of streams growing larger until they rush over a fall, and into an untainted lake. Pondering the true meaning of life while observing Mother Nature’s true grace. Very few people can relate to this scene of the wild. One of them being Christopher Johnson McCandless, a young pioneer and traveler, who was determined to seek the truth no matter what the cost.

The clearing was quiet, it seemed lifeless. The Salinas River still flowed merrily near the hillside. The water was still warm from the afternoon sun, and still reflected a green hue. On one side of the river, the smooth foothill slopes still curved up to the strong and rocky Gabilan Mountains, and the other side was still lined with trees. The willows and sycamore branches still swung gently in the wind, and the leaves still created a green light within the space. It was totally calm and peaceful… but something was wrong. The air seemed heavier, and the sun seemed dimmer. No animals stirred, and everything seemed to be aware of a deep sadness. Nothing moved save for a small group of men standing around an unmoving figure.

Even though I was born in London, grew up in New York and live in a large cosmopolitan city with year-round beach access, I do miss the mountains. My exposure to the works of John McPhee, Edward Abby and Wallace Stegner, compelled me to move beyond the 100th meridian, which is where I intend to remain for the indefinite future. I feel as though my better self inhabits the wide-open spaces of the American West from slick-rock canyons to glaciers. The terrain often beacons, which is one of the reasons why I’m contacting

We stood outside a large dark log cabin, the Pioneer Hall, on Disney’s Fort Wilderness property in Orlando Florida, which had a square porch and a log railing that contained a wooden rocking chair. This environment was one of the few places down south that made me feel like I was back in Pennsylvania, with the forest floor visible, the great, tall trees, and the country feeling that was given off from the surroundings. When 4:30 pm finally rolled around, a blonde lady in a greenish plaid long skirt, brown cowboy boots, and white blouse came out and rang the dinner bell of the restaurant, justly named the Hoop-Dee-Doo Revue, due to its hillbilly appearance.

1.There’s no way for her to escape 2.Her hands and feet are tied behind a chair. 3.Shes in the woods, in a cabin. 4.There is a light bulb hanging on the ceiling 5.With a string that can turn it on and off. 6.Her eyes are covered with a red bandana. 7.She can feel him walking toward her.

I made my way to my aunt’s house. Her home smelled of fresh cut pine, and she offered me a cup of coffee with a cinnamon stick in it. I accepted, and we went to the kitchen table and discussed our week. As she talked, I looked out her kitchen table. A small oak grew in the front yard. Snow capped the birdfeeder beside her bird bath.

The Whiting Homestead in St. Johns, Arizona, has brought our family together for nearly one-hundred years. On July 19th, 1919 a land patent was issued to my great- great grandfather, for one-hundred and sixty acres of land in the White Mountains. He was able to claim this land after three years of walking countless miles from his home, to stay there every night to claim the land. This place has brought me so many cherished memories, and I have always loved everything about going up to the White Mountains and staying in our grandparents’ cabin. We called it the “Brown Cabin,” because it was painted a dull, cocoa brown color. It was a quaint little cabin with a kitchen area, and separated by a door, was a big room where family members would crowd

“You are my sister, my family me and you have to stick up for each other”. After this event me and my sister became closer and more bonded than ever

On the day Jack and Sally found their hideout, it was the most common day of all. The day they found it was a Saturday in May in 2016 when Jack and Sally met with their friends to play hide-and-go-seek at the park. All of the friends lived in the same neighborhood in Georgia, so it was easy to get together. Sally and Jack are neighbors so they met at Jack's house to walk to the park together. Since they all were on break their parents said that they could play as long as they wanted. Once all of the kids got there, the teams were established. Sally and Jack wanted to be partners so they stood together.

My journey starts with the sound of shrill ear piercing shrieks darting from rock to rock. I discover this is a greeting from a family of Pica’s. A bridge crossing takes me into the forest where a deep breath reveals the sweet-scented aroma of colorful wildflowers on the mossy blanketed trail. I am completely at peace, hearing only the sound of trickling water and the singing of the birds from the tree tops. Soon I emerge out of the forest and there is a breathtaking 360 degree view which demands my attention. A lichen covered boulder field emerges from menacing jagged mountain tops to my left, then in great contrast, to my right there is a gentle south facing slope where two mountain goats

"Are we there yet?" Lillian was so excited. She loved going to the family cabin. Every summer for the past five years Alex and, her little sister, Lillian have gone to the cabin. They stay for a month just to have some time away from the city. " No, we have about two or three more miles to go." Alex, 19, was tall, paler than the moon, dark brown hair, bright emerald green eyes, a smile that was radiant and smarter than most of the teachers at her college. Lilly, 9, was short even for her age, soft carmal color skin, light blond hair, sky blue eyes and a laugh that was contagious. there were very few things they had incommon, their love for the out doors, their love for animals and their love for swimming.

My residence sinks demurely into the margin of Mt. Julius. The mountain stands gallantly but the concealed core is swept with solitude and mystery. A thick mist circles the mountain, casting a phantom-like shadow onto the bustling city below. It is a world away from life up here on the mountainside, so much so I feel as though I am a stranger, a witness to the activity that continues miles below my feet.

When the sun slowly peeps over the range of mountains, birds shake the morning dew off their feathers and give a cheerful song that would lift even the most sorrowful of spirits. A light fog wraps around the mountain range, reaching to touch every bit of life thriving there. The slight chill in the air is enough to give a gentle shiver, but not enough for the need of a jacket. A breeze tickles the trees, making their leaves shake and sway with laughter. Sunlight seeps in past the thick canopy of branches with hopes of being able to reach the damp mountain earth. The mountains are the best place to live to be relaxed, see the most beauty, and never get bored.

Like any other normal day, my sisters and I were eavesdropping to the elders’ conversation which included my mother. We heard how they found this perfect guy for my sister. He’s has every quality to fit the perfect husband. And us being girls started screaming but inside our heads, couldn't and didn't want to get caught eavesdropping. So we continued listening and when we heard the name of this “Perfect Husband”, our jaws dropped. We ran from there and formed our little circle on top of our bed. We stared at each other for a good whole minute before I spoke. “Awwwwwww you guys are going to be so cute!” My sister just grilled me and responded, “Shut up! I am not ever going to marry my cousin. And especially knowing the fact he’s head over heels for you”. My other two sisters and I started laughing a little more than we should have. I looked over at my sister and she looked like a red tomato. “Just relax! I mean he has to let go of the fact of liking me. Also you know marrying a cousin is normal