The hidden Cabin – Writing


Task Description:

This week our writing task was to pick a picture (laminated pieces of paper) and write a story about it. I chose a picture which had a cabin inside a forest. Read my story to find out more.



A cabin could never harm anyone, right? It’s a big piece of wood, all it could ever do is give you a splinter. Right? I’m sure that’s what most normal people think, but after seeing this. I could never be normal again…

Great Nana Tuffin had just passed. I didn’t exactly know the old lady. Although this was the case, I still felt a sad aura around. My father, Bruce Tuffin, always had red eyes. All the tissues in the house had suddenly disappeared in seconds. I guess dad was quite the opposite of me. He was close with Nana Tuffin. My mother, Carley Tuffin, didn’t know the oldy either. All she could do was let dad grief. There was nothing I could do for dad, I just sat there, staring into the foggy window. Lettin the night fall.

A week had now passed, and dad had gotten back on his feet. Father was back to housekeeping, and mother was back to working. It was the school holidays, so I was home with dad. There was nothing to do. I have a screen limit, so all I could do was sit here in boredom. A few hours had passed, and I started to help dad prepare dinner. We had just transferred the lamb into the oven. Father jumped as the doorbell rang. 

“I’ll get it!” I shouted, even though it was just me and dad home. My arm lifted to the handle, but the door just opened. Pushing it out of my way I glared into the distance. There was no one there? How odd. I was just about to close the door, when my eyes catched something on the floor. It was an envelope, just an envelope, nothing else. Very strange…  

To be quite honest, father was a bit spooked by this mishap. He was a brave man, or at least I thought he was. There was no name, address or even a post stamp. 

“You open it Eli.” His voice cracked, it was sharp.

“What about your last name, dad? Aren’t you supposed to be Tuff-in situations like these?” The silence was very loud, and dad did not look too amused. So I just grabbed the letter and slid my finger under the creavese. It was a bit of a struggle, but I managed. I peeked inside and turned to dad. 

“Dad do you want to-,” Father was gone. 

“I guess not then.” The nerves started to kick in. 

Just open it! 

Flipping the envelope upside down there was a jingle and a flop. I stared down at the contents inside. 

“What the f-”

A key and a letter. How interesting. Hesitating, I picked up the letter and swiped it open. The smell of oak travelled out. 


That’s a bit creepy if you ask me! It sounds like something a killer would say to you. It has to be some sort of joke, right? The only thing that was bugging me was the key. What could it possibly be for? 

“Dad!” No response.

“Dad!” No response. 

“Dad! Mum bought a Snickers home for you!” Still no response. Something was definitely wrong. I ran upstairs pounding my feet on the pieces of wood. Fathers door was open. I called him one last time.

“Dad!” No response. I peeked inside, there he was. Just standing there. As still as a dead person. 

“Dad, are you ok?!” My feet trudged through the creme carpet. Fathers shoulder met my palm. No movement came out of the man. It was as if he was frozen. His eyes big, and his body still. 

No this can’t be happening right now. Surely I’m in a dream, right? Surely if I just slap myself, or even pinch my wrist I’ll wake up, right? 

SLAP! My hand swept across my face, leaving a red print… This wasn’t a dream. It was real.

Please be ok father. I don’t want to lose you again. 

Running down the stairs I nearly slipped. My breath was heavy, my palms were sweaty, I felt as if I could vomit on my sweater, I was unsteady. I ran out the door, only to find that not only my father had been frozen. But the whole street was frozen. Who was going to help me now?

I went back into my kitchen and stared at the marble bench. The note was gone, and so was the envelope. There was only the key, and the key only. I picked it up, the cold copper touching my skin. Imprinted were 2 numbers, reading – 67891 N – and – 54238 S. I snatched my laptop off of the lounge table, and searched up those numbers. It eventually led me to coordinates and an address. This place was in my hometown! It was close, and I was willing to find it. Or according to the mysterious note, find her.

After memorising the address, I grabbed my bike and peddled through the streets of my town. Seeing all of the people frozen really hit home. For some stupid reason, I started to get emotional! I was about 5 minutes away, and I was ready to get to this place. The key rattled in my pocket. Butterflies hatched in my stomach, making me feel sick. To be quite honest, I was starting to get a bit spooked by the whole situation. Just like that I was there. Ready to see what wonders or disasters were ahead. 

Standing there astonished, the coordinates guided me to a forest. Hesitating, I walked in, kicking the grass and mud on the ground. Bugs flew around, making my nose itch. Soon enough I reached a…Cabin?! I walked towards the mysterious piece of wood. I reached for the handle and twisted it, but it was locked. I think I understand what the key was for now. My eyes switched to the door handle, and there I saw the same coordinates as the ones on the key. This had to be it. I slid the key into the slot, it fit like a glove. Twisting the key, I heard a click. The door was open. Pushing the stubborn wood I got a glimpse of the inside. I could see plants, drawings and beautiful paintings. But as I opened the door further, I saw her. 

“I thought you’d never come. Nana Tuffin missed you, darling ~.”

2 thoughts on “The hidden Cabin – Writing

  1. Kia Ora Kiarah,
    I would just like to say how much of a wonderful job you have done with this writing task. The way you made the story mysterious and a tiny bit scary was phenomenal and cool. There was only one slight problem where it says and I quote “Lettin the nightfall” Lettin is not a word but other than everything else was spectacular. Well done.
    Best Regards: Leonidas

    1. Hi Leo,
      Thank-you so much! I am glad that you liked the story.
      Now that I’m reading it through again, I notice the “Lettin” in my story. This was a spelling error, thanks for pointing it out!
      Thanks so much for the comment, very helpful.
      Kind regards,

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