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Ode To a Cabin
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The driveway was familiar under our snow tires. As we bounced around side by side in silence, I couldn’t help but notice this drive was different from so many we had made before.
By Hillary O'Connor4 years ago in Fiction
Two Boxes & an A-Frame
We drove on the snowy, winding road toward the A-frame cabin. The three of us had been up there before, several years ago for Sam’s birthday. That year Hanukkah came late and overlapped with the 26th of December. Mom made goulash and a mess in the kitchen that would have surely resulted in a ban from returning without our combined consorted effort. We were happy that year, watching all 11 months as they buried themself in the falling snow outside those impressive windows. The fire never went out that night, it only turned to embers that warmed our already heavy eyes. I remember watching the orange dance through the curved reflection in my wine glass. I poured the last dregs of the red into my glass. Mom and Sam were leaning against each other on the loveseat and for a moment he looked two years old again. She looked 29.
By Christine Jupp4 years ago in Fiction
Yule be sorry
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The sweater my wife was wearing was the worst yet. It had tiny bells that made a tinkling sound whenever she moved the slightest, and miniature lights sewn into the already luminescent scene of Santa’s sleigh running off the roof of a house that rivaled the Griswold’s in the movie. The lead reindeer had a red lightbulb bigger by a factor of ten than the rest for a nose, and if you pressed on a spot on his antler, it would sing “Grandma got run over by a reindeer” and blink in sync with the song. The kids in the back seat were sporting matching red and white sweatshirts with Thing 1 and Thing 2 printed on them, and they were poised to ask me if we can go home yet. We haven’t even arrived. I stare them down in the rear view mirror and they go back to their phones.
By Dave Blade4 years ago in Fiction
Now We Are Free
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. As new immigrants in the United States of America from a small island where the season is always spring, we were eager to experience snow for the first time. Our introduction to snow was about an hour before we made it to the cabin as we started to climb the mountain with our rental car. The terrain was not new as we searched for images of such terrains on the internet and also obsessively looked at the photos of the Airbnb link the host uploaded. We pulled to the side of the road, excitedly ran out of the car. I wanted to touch the snow but he wanted to taste it. So he let his tongue out with his head held high up towards the sky waiting for a snowflake to drop as I went straight into the ground and in a rush grabbed some snow. Of course it was cold, and he said the snow was tasteless, but we still wanted to live our movie magic moment. It was magical at first, but then it was cold and all bubbly and giggly we ran back to our car. We were surprised that none of us slipped as we ran in the mush and the snow.
By Arsal Asal4 years ago in Fiction
The Snow Globe
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. It was as if I had entered the magical world of the snow globe I had kept next to my bed all my life. It is one of my most prized possessions. When I turned twelve years old, my grandmother gave it to me when she took over caring for me when my parents passed away. The world is how you perceive it to be is engraved on the bottom. There is a beautiful cabin on a hillside inside the snow globe.
By E. L. Ashbury4 years ago in Fiction
Two Secrets Too Many.
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The wheels were slipping in the sludge, but we were safe: Marcel had the car well in hand. I leaned into the frost-patterned backseat window as we passed lines of heavy branches glinting with pure white. Marcel and Zuri's chatter fell into the background.
By Claire Guérin4 years ago in Fiction
Our Blissful Cabin Getaway Weekend
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. I looked at my friend, who was driving, and she was looking back at me. We were both thinking about how we were going to spend our next few days in this cabin and how we would never want to leave.
By Edison Ade4 years ago in Fiction
