The Middle Of Nowhere New Mexico の小説・ストーリー

There may be aliens, but I didn’t smell any shifters. I only know one wolf in New Mexico and he’s a loner. No pack, totally off the grid. So off the grid, he doesn’t have a phone—landline or cell. It’s been years since I’ve seen him. Hell, I don’t even know if he’s still around, but I figure if any of the weird shit that went down with the Data-X guys— any government testing on shifters or disappearances happened in his state, he’d know. So I’ve come up to the one place I know he always goes in summer—the Taos and Red River area for fishing.

Avamarie however seemed completely unfazed as she clapped her hands together and smiled brightly. "Anyway, back to the main reason I popped in. How's everything going? You making good time?" "We are in New Mexico as we speak!" I informed her proudly. Her face seemed to fall. "That's it? The air deflated from my sails. "What do you mean that's it?" "You haven't gotten any further than New Mexico?" "W-well… No. We've had a few mishaps and unscheduled stops," I sputtered out. "A few…" The words came out slowly as if she had never heard them before.

Pick me! Like she could say no to any of them. “Fine. We’ll find a way to fit, but when we get back, you’re cleaning. All of you.” Her eyes drifted over her companions. They’d stand out more than usual in this podunk town. “Do you think you all need disguises? Otherwise we’ll have to fight off fans.” “We’re in The-Middle-of-Nowhere, Wyoming,” Trey said. “This town has like, twelve hundred people,” Eric said. “And I think most of them live in the old folks’ home.”

"Don't mind the trio of bimbos, most members aren't like that." "Do you know what state we are in?" "I thought you were bit in the leg, not hit in the head." Suzy raised an eyebrow. "The great state of Wyoming, fifty miles Northwest of Laramie in the Medicine Bow Mountains. Did ten minutes with those three convince you we are all morons?" Clara let out a laugh and nodded, relieved that not everyone here was uneducated.

A night under the stars, where the lessons of ranch life and a romantic surprise would intertwine to create memories that neither of them would forget. At eleven in the morning, the sun was shining brightly overhead as Jeremy, Alexandra, Lloyd, and the ranch hands began their journey on horseback. They were headed towards the northwest end of Jeremy's sprawling mountain property, where a herd of cattle awaited them. The landscape was a breathtaking expanse of the northern Rocky Mountains of Colorado, a beautiful fusion of rugged peaks and verdant valleys.

Nandru eased himself onto the fainting sofa that he’d brought with his from the old country. Hidden in the Big Horn Mountains, not far from Tonopah, his den made it easy for him to govern the vampire kingdom in Arizona, as well southern California, lower Utah, and all of New Mexico. He’d recently been approached to take over Nevada, a state that had always been immune from governing vampires while Wadim had reigned over the city of Las Vegas.

Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ Engines cut through the night, black SUVs swallowing the highway in a straight line. Convoy behind me, headlights low, men armed to the teeth. The Driftless. Middle of nowhere Wisconsin. A place you go to disappear. Place you go to bury people where nobody will ever find them.

“You’re supposed to be dead, Lolita. Again.” “I think I’m going to die out here.” Marlowe said this matter-of-factly, as though he couldn’t care less. The thought of his death was something I couldn’t handle. It filled me with a perfect storm of hope and terror. We were in New Mexico, somewhere between Taos and Santa Fe. From the road he’d seen an old church, a tiny white adobe building, glowing like a beacon. He’d pulled over without a word, stepped out of the car, and starting walking toward it. I followed him, taking in the scent of sage and juniper that was heavy in the air.

Bev murmured. Julie stood up from where she had sat behind the driver and took a microphone off the wall of the bus. “While we drive out to the spaceport, I’m going to tell you a little about why we decided to set up camp in the middle of the New Mexican desert. Why here? Why not in California, where we have conducted most of our testing?” She pointed out a window. “Out there happens to be one of the biggest missile ranges, and the largest U.S. military installation, that you will ever come in contact with. The world’s first atom bomb, Trinity, was tested there in 1945. Long-range missiles are still tested there today. As such, we have a unique situation here. When launching on our flights,

Please, God, bring Pierce back to me whole and alive… Thursday, September 11 Guerrero, Mexico—middle of nowhere One-Mile had no idea what day it was or how long he’d been out. He pried open one swollen eye. He saw only bare concrete walls—thick and uninterrupted—without a window in sight. No surprise that he was alone.