Is Hawkins Indiana A Real Place Novels & Stories

“But you don't and one always needs a map. I rolled my eyes. One always needs a map. Since when? “I'm with three people who do so there's no need for this. What about Google Maps?” A few minutes back, we had arrived at the Indiana Dunes State Park. After breakfast, Noah had driven us back to my aunt's house where we picked up aunt Caro and Linda. Apparently, they had already hatched a plan with Noah to go there. It was one of the places one must visit when in the Hoosier state (nickname for the state of Indiana). We were standing outside the Nature center that was inside the park. Noah had gone to the reception and walked out with the map I was now holding in my hands.

Sigh… Sometimes, I wonder how my life would be if Evan wasn't in it? But I shrug it off. Because I am happy that Evans is in my life, for he made me the independent and stable person I am today. Thinking this, I rush into the car and head for Hawkins Corporation. Minutes later, I park in the underground parking lot of the company but I couldn't help but gawk and admire the huge building which has a huge 'Hawkins Corporation' written boldly on it. I found myself thinking of how many floors the building has and my guess was sixty seven.

He rolled the remainder into a ball and chucked it in the trash. Another beep drew his attention to the monitor. He peered at the screen, astonished. According to this database, a Josh Hawkins living in Jackson, Wyoming did exist. But there was no former address, no work history, or taxes under Josh's criteria before he appeared in Saddle Creek. Was Josh Hawkins even his real name? Dillon cleared all the fields and typed Josh's last name in the applicable field. He held his breath. This was the best propriety database available for search services.

"I'm Kimbra." Taking my hand, he laughs again, low and deep. He turns my hand in his grasp and lifts my knuckles to his lips. Their touch is tender as he peers up at me from under sinfully long lashes. "Yes, Kimbra, I know your name. Don't worry, I'll book a hotel. Where in Indiana are we going?" Surely my heart is about to beat out of my chest. I try to form words and put them together in something that resembles a sentence. "Going...going to Indianapolis, and shit, you can't. It's race weekend. The hotels are all booked."

I never needed music for my workouts; my brain was nosy enough. After reaching our goal for the day, we stopped at the town’s picnic site and ate peanut butter sandwiches with water. “What’s up, Hawkins?” “Same.” I offered a smile, a bit tight. “Life after stuff.” Hunter chuckled lightly, picking up another bottle of water—his third, actually—and gulping it until it was empty. I knew counting was wrong, yet it was one of the few things that helped me stay calm. “Why did you invite me? I hope it’s not to confess your love? I don’t care what rumor you heard; I’m not gay. I’m not phobic, but my mom would literally stop talking to me if that were true.”

The wounds on his face were not accidental. "Can you help me and my friend out of this damn car?" "Of course. In a moment the police and ambulance will be here.” "Ok thanks. I owe you guys.” "Nevermind. We're happy to help. And by the way this is my son, Hobes. My name is Hawkins." "Thanks again to you two. What are you two doing in the middle of the night in this place?” “We were just about to leave for the lake to fish. Before winter comes, we usually go to the lake.”

Aiden ~•~ I was with some of my friends when my phone buzzed with a text from Noah asking me to pick her up. Noah didn’t like the idea of staying at the college dormitory, so she would attend classes from home every day. Harlan University wasn’t far from Hawkins. It was located in the city of Kingsport, which was only about a thirty-minute drive from Hawkins. I excused myself from them and went to the car. Shortly after, I arrived at the university. She had told me was waiting at the front gate but I couldn’t find her when I arrived.

In the end, he ended up scrapping everything off and ate it plain. By nightfall, we ended at a fair in Hammond, Indiana, just a half-hour drive from where our hotel was. It was complicated the least to say. The fair is supposed to bring joy to people, but the event from this morning was too fresh of a wound in my heart. We sat at a bench eating funnel cakes and hot cocoa. Logan kept himself glued to his phone. My guess, he was texting either Steven or Sophie. I wish I could do the same and be able to talk to my friends right now. But I didn't want their pity.

Huck answers. “While I am sure the fucking was brain killing, I am telling the truth,” Teresa chuckles. Huck nods at Sawyer. “I have to fly out to New Mexico today,” Sawyer starts. “Huck is leaving in a few days to join me. There is a spare room in my place. Heads up, he is a bit loud in bed.” Hucks phone dings, his lieutenant has always hated Huck for being smarter than her. She pushed his leave. “Actually, we can start driving after we take you to the airport,” Huck passes the phone to Sawyer.