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The Uniting of Vegas.
Even Boone couldn't be too down as the group entered Freeside at long last; their steps were light, they'd traded all their winter equipment in after descending the mountain and were now back to their signature selves: the Courier in hoodie, boots, beret, cargos, machete dangling at her hip; Boone in cargos, beret, undershirt, rifle slung over his back, sunglasses masking his cold eyes, and Arcade in his long Follower's jacket, thick black frames, his blond hair the brightest thing on the block.
Their smiles and lightheartedness would soon come crashing down when one of the Kings, loitering by the Freeside gate, gave them a very serious look. "King's lookin' for you guys, told me to--"
As the blond girl's smile faded to a look of concern, the King himself came through the once-rail car gateway, walking toward them. Rex was alongside him, and now the dog bolted from the man, recognizing Boone. Recognizing the urgency with which the man was advancing, the
The Thoughts of a GhostThe streets of this place are empty
Vast and cold like the sea
Life is gone replaced by rot
Devoid of life, the Madre stands caught
Standing frozen in time all around
Consumed by the evil that is the Cloud
Bodies move through the streets
Soulless, breathless, they do not think
They capture the greedy, the evil, they then depart
And drag them away into the Villa's dark heart
But in this gloom, a new being lies
A miracles awakes, seeing the world through new eyes
It can feel, see, hear, and know
Viewing everything in a foggy green glow
Curious it wishes to know more
What lies below the Madre's old door
It now travels the land
Trudging through rocks, water, and sand
Looking for a way to clear the Cloud so thick
To find a cure for the Ghost People who are so sick
It has a name, it's name is Seeker
It is a person, I am Seeker
To know, to grow, to think, to feel
I take pride in my name with great zeal
To love, to learn, to live
Hope is the gift I wish to give
I am a Ghost, My name is Seeker
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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