“The Virgin Sarah”

            It was Christmas eve and Sarah was at church. It was in full swing. Tonight, was a special gathering. Pastor Reece looked at her with a smile then addressed the room as the choir ceased their singing.

            “Tonight,” he said. “Marks the second coming of our lord and savior.”

            Everyone cheered, whooped and hollered.  So did Sarah. They had talked about it for so many years, studied all the signs and rituals, read all the hymns and stories. Sarah wasn’t sure she completely understood but she believed in God and that was all she needed to be saved.

            “Our very own virgin will receive his holy gift,” Pastor Reece said. Then he looked at Sarah. “Someone youthful and pure, as chaste as mother Mary herself.”

            The congregation all began to look at her and Sarah began to smile nervously. It wasn’t a secret that she had saved herself for marriage. She remained a virgin by choice and devoted herself to God, focusing on her studies, as the pastor recommended.

            This made her pure. This made her special. The congregation were all looking at her expectantly now.

            “Sarah.”

Pastor Reece held out his hand and Sarah walked to him and took it. The pastor smiled. He seemed pleased.

            “Tonight, you make the journey,” the pastor said. Sarah didn’t quite understand but she nodded.

            “You must be baptized and cleansed first,” he said. “Then you will descend into the cave of Christ.”

            She knew the cave. Everyone in the church did. But it was as mysterious as the Lord himself. A large wooden tub had been prepared and filled with water. It sat at the front, just before the choir and pulpit.

            “Job,” the pastor said. A youth came forward. “You are to accompany Sarah.”

            The boy nodded.

            “Job has already been cleansed,” Pastor Reece said. “Step in, Sarah, the water is warm.”

            Without a word, Sarah got into the tub. The water was as he said.

            “Kneel.”

            Sarah kneeled and the congregation began to chant. The pastor laid a hand on her head and Sarah went still. She tried not to move as he mumbled his prayer. She looked at Job, the youth meant to accompany her. He was no older than ten, just a boy. He looked at her, his big eyes seemed to hold a sense of duty, and fear. Sarah was scared too.

            “Amen,” Pastor Reece said.

            Before Sarah could say it too, he was dunking her under. Sarah bent backwards, her feet under her and the pastor’s hand on her forehead. He held her under and distantly, she could hear him praying again. The words came warped and muffled by the water.

            Soon, the hand on her head lifted and so did Sarah. She came out of the water with a small gasp. She was greeted with smiling faces and applause. The knot in her stomach loosened, but for only a moment.

            “Sarah,” the pastor said, helping her out the tub. “The cave is waiting.”

            She was soaking wet in her white gown. It was plastered to her body and dripping all over the carpet. The decans all gazed at her. Now they all knew her nipples were a light shade of mocha. Sarah crossed her arms over her chest and thanked God she had shaved herself bare, or they wouldn’t have any doubts on her natural hair color.

            “Matthew, Abel. Open the way,” the pastor said.

            The choir parted as two decans passed through and went to the organ. Its pipes were huge and golden, rows of them reaching up towards the roof of the underground church. The deccan stood to either side of the organ and pressed keys on the opposite end, at the same time. A deep rumbling sound. The walls and floors shook as the back wall parted into an entrance

            A hidden door to a cave. Cold air rushed out of the opening as soon as the doors parted. Everyone looked at Sarah again.

            “You will take Job. That is all,” the pastor said. “Look for the three kings. They will tell you what to do.”

            Sarah pursed her lips. “Will I have time to dry?”

            “No. Go now, just as you are. God will provide.”

            Sarah shivered. “How will I know when it is done? How will I find Christ?”

            “You will know,” he said, then he smiled softly. “This is what we—the world—has been waiting for. Our souls are in your hands, Sarah. Have faith.”

            It was a lot of responsibility, she thought. Still, Sarah nodded. With Job following behind her, Sarah went to the entrance of the cave, barefoot and dripping. She was sure she’d leave slender wet footprints on the stone floor.

The entrance was a giant, gaping hole that fed right into the mountain. Sarah paused and glanced behind her, only to see the faces of the congregation staring intensely at her. Some were bewildered, some nervous, others overjoyed and eager.

            She looked down at Job. He had long hair for a boy his age. Brown hair to his shoulders and dark eyes. Sarah held her hand out and Job took it. After all, he was still a child.

The cave waited. Sarah paused, then with a small breath, both of them entered the Cave of Christ. Inside was as she thought it would be. Cold, dark and damp. As soon as they took the first step inside, the congregation began to sing behind them. Slow, almost solemn in tone. Highs and lows, languidly flowing together in an eerie, vocal howl that echoed after them down the cave.

            Chills ran down Sarah’s spine. Her hand tightened around Job’s.

            “It’s so cold down here…,” she said.

            Her small voice echoed in waves. A strange imitation that sounded soft and close and loud and far. Sarah had no clue how long the cave was. She glanced back and saw the entrance to the church was fading, a dull glow that got smaller with each step. The sounds of the choir were now but distant echoes. And like before with her voice, they echoed oddly, near and far, soft and loud.

            “Don’t look back,” Job said, tugging on her hand.

            Sarah looked down at the boy and smiled. She nodded. “Thank you for coming with me.”

            Job looked at her.

            “Why did you do it? Aren’t you scared?” she asked.

            Job shook his head. “They told me it wouldn’t hurt.”

            Sarah gave Job a confused look and the boy pulled out a wrapped bundle. They stopped and Sarah watched as Job opened the bundle to reveal a plant.

            “Mistletoe…,” she whispered. “Why—”

            The sound of shifting rocks caught their attention. Sarah turned to peer down the dark cave. She squinted and blinked at the dim glow she saw forming in the distance. It was some sort of light.

            “Do you see that, Job?”

            “Yes,” he said.

            Sarah led him once more. They began to head toward the soft, glowing light at the other end of the cave this time. Sarah braved the darkness with her bare feet. Her body was damp and freezing. Her breath was white on the air now. The farther they got, the more unbearably cold it became. Sarah panted. Her toes were numb but her sole’s burned and the light didn’t seem any closer. Still she kept walking, steadily forward, trying not to slip or lose her footing. Her knees and bones ached with the cold and her teeth chattered along with Job’s. They kept walking, they kept walking for several minutes and still the light didn’t seem to be any closer.

            Both of them walked in silence. Job didn’t say anything. He quietly shivered, his breath coming in small, white puffs in the air. Occasionally, Sarah would see him clutch the bundle of mistletoe to his chest. She wondered why he wasn’t spending Christmas with his family instead. 

            Sarah stumbled, her body weakening, but Job was there to help balance her. Sarah caught herself, her heart beating faster.

            “We-we’re going to freeze in here,” she said.

            Job said nothing but Sarah could see the hint of worry in his eyes. She doubted he knew anything more than she did. They both should have been with their families. Sarah had no idea what to do, but she had to get him back by morning. She smiled at Job and started forward again and to her surprise, the light seemed a lot closer this time.

            Sarah walked faster, trying to keep their bodies from freezing. She desperately made her way over the icy stone, eyes widening as the cave did. The light was coming from a cavern. Three statues stood in the way but the closer Sarah got, the further she could see. In the cavern ahead, she could see a warm looking manger, glowing gold with straw and hay. Farther than that was another warm light she couldn’t yet make out.

            They made their way to the crest of the cavern. Soon, Sarah was upon the three statues they’d seen. They were men, made of some odd, marbled stone. Each statue had a tree growing from within it, shaping the stone into poses that seem to be in action. Each also had an item and wore a crown upon its head.

            “These must be the three kings,” she said, shivering.

            They unnerved her. They seemed so life-like. She looked past them to see what she knew had to be a fire somewhere nearby. Sarah stepped forward and a warm wind rushed from the cavern beyond. The statues suddenly seemed to glow gently themselves.

            “You may not enter,” they said. “Beyond is the manger of Jesus Christ. Only those that give us three gifts may pass.”

            Sarah knew this had to be what Pastor Reece spoke of.

            “Are you the three kings then?”

            “Yes,” they said.

            Sarah was so cold. She had to get to the manger. “What do I do? What can I do to get past?”

            “For Christmas,” they said. “The day of his arrival, we desire gifts.”

            Sarah was confused but nodded. Pastor Reece told her the wise men would know the way. She approached the first statue. Half of it was a smooth column of stone but the top half was finely detailed. It was stretched upwards, one arm raised as if struggling to get free. A branch stuck out of its mouth but no leaves graced it. It was a dead branch. In the statue’s other hand was a stone bowl with a wedge that pointed up into a sharp spike.

            “Wise king, will you tell me what gift you desire?”

            Though the statue had no eyes, Sarah could feel them turn down to look at her.

            “Wine,” it said.

            “Wine? I don’t have wine.”

            But the statue was silent. She looked down at its bowl. Was it supposed to be a juicer? Sarah thought about mass. Wine. The blood of Christ.

            She suddenly looked at Job, her limbs gone numb.

            “Did they tell you why you needed to come with me?”

            Job nodded his head then handed her the mistletoe. She shuddered at the thought of what she had to do but they were freezing. She pinched some mistletoe and crushed it into the palm of Job’s left hand. She held it tight then walked him to the bowl.

            “Only a bit okay?” she said. “The mistletoe will numb it.”

            “Okay,” Job said.

            Sarah placed his hand over the spike then pushed it down. Job winced immediately but didn’t flinch away. Rivulets of crimson blood began to slide down the stone.

            “Wine,” the king said, “enough to satiate thirst.”

            Sarah put more mistletoe into Job’s wound then pressed his hand down on the spike again. She did it deeper this time. The boy grimaced in pain and frowned so hard, her heart wrenched. His fear was making his blood flow faster. He began to fill the bowl quicker this time.

            Sarah held him there. “Is that enough?”

            The statue was silent. Sarah pressed harder. More blood filled the bowl. Job’s lips began to quiver and his eyes were full of tears yet to fall.

            “Is that enough?”

            The bowl was a quarter full by now. Sarah stopped and pulled Job’s hand away.

            “Gift accepted,” the king said.

            Sarah nodded and looked at Job. He was sniffling and holding his hand. Sarah kneeled. “Are you okay?”

            He nodded and she ripped a part of her dress then wrapped the boy’s hand tightly. She smiled and hugged him, trying to make him feel better. 

            “This is our test. We have to be strong,” she said, hugging Job.

            Sarah stood and went to the next statue. This one was kneeling and had a stone box with a contraption of some sort built inside of it. A lever stuck out of the right side of the statue. It worked the gears attached to the stone box.

            “Wise king, will you tell me what gift you desire?” Sarah asked.

            “Bread,” the second statue said.

            Sarah felt her stomach sink. She looked at Job and she couldn’t read him. No one would have prepared him for this. Whatever truth they told him, it was not this. But what choice did she have? She had to have faith. She looked at the box.

            “Job,” she said, turning to the boy. “I think you need to stick your arm inside.”

            Job looked at her and at the box. He let the fear show.

            “Just for a bit,” she said, giving him the bundle of mistletoe. “What did your parents say? Have faith in God. He will not forsake us.” He had to believe. They both did.

            “Believe,” she whispered over and over again. “Believe.”

            Sarah didn’t know if Job felt any consolation, but he went to the stone box. Because the statue was kneeling, it was just the right height for him to raise up slightly and stick his arm inside. Job grunted and slid his arm in up to the elbow. Sarah walked around to the side of the statue.

            She grabbed the lever and began to push forward. It was heavy and hard to move. She began to strain and soon she cried out. A few seconds of pushing and the lever began to budge under her weight. Something snapped and the lever flipped up and the mechanism reacted. Whatever weight it held was released and inside the box, the stone contraption collapsed onto Job’s arm, crushing it with a sickening sound.

            This time Job screamed. He went pale and shook violently, eyes wide. Sarah covered her mouth. His  screaming terrified her. She could do nothing.

            “Job!” Sarah yelled.

            Then the third king spoke. “I desire the gift of life,” it said,

            Sarah’s mouth was agape. She watched Job beginning to slow. “The breath of Christ.”

            Job’s shaking calmed. He was going limp, his eyes rolling back. Sarah went to him and caught the boy before he could fall, saving him as he had done for her. Despite it being so cold, his skin was sweaty and his long hair stuck to his face. She pulled him away from the second king. His arm came away severed. He had only a crimson stump in its place. Blood poured everywhere.

            “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph…,” Sarah whispered.

            She held the boy in her arms and walked him to the last statue. It wasn’t even half a body, just shoulders, neck and head with two arms raised up from the rock and holding a small table. Sarah laid Job on the platform. It was just low enough to place the face of the statue over Job’s body. Its face looked to be screaming, mouth agape. Job shuddered and coughed then Sarah watched as the last of him faded away.

            He had succumbed to his injuries.

            “Your gifts have been accepted,” the kings said. “You may pass but go only as Adam and Eve did.”

            Sarah was shaking now too. She could feel tiny ice crystals forming on her skin. She stiffly removed her dress as the kings suggested. The thing was nearly frozen anyhow. She was happy to be rid of it.

            Naked, Sarah wobbled past the statues, shivering intensely. She crested the lip of the cavern and was hit with a warm rush of air that felt so good, she sighed in relief. The manger was glowing with warmth. Its wood rose straight from the stone; smooth, chocolate trees whose canopy enveloped into a sloping roof which made the walls of the manger more like a hut. Hay lay everywhere and in the center was a wooden basket filled with hay.

            “A cradle…,” Sarah said.

            A flickering caught her eye. Sarah stepped out of the manger and found the source of the second glow; a bush set aflame. Sarah began to walk towards it, a burning bush in the middle of the cavern. Though its fire seemed to rage, Sarah heard no noise. Stone turned to sand under her feet and soon Sarah was traveling across sand deep enough to mimic a desert. She glanced back at the manger and it seemed impossibly far for the short distance she had walked.

            Sarah licked her lips and continued to walk towards the silent, burning bush. The cavern’s floor changed to dunes of sand as she traveled to the bush. When she came upon it, she stopped close enough to feel its heat radiate towards her. She wrapped his arms around herself, fidgeting in place. A warm wind blew as if she were somewhere outside in the middle of the desert. Sarah looked up and saw twinkling stars. It should have been impossible. She looked at the bush.

            “I did it,” she said. “I did everything…”

            But the bush burned silently, without a word. Sarah wanted to cry. She sat down in the sand and pulled her legs close to her body, trying to warm herself by the fire. She felt so tired. It couldn’t have been more than twenty minutes, but she felt she had done enough walking for days. Sarah rocked herself till her shivering ceased and her goosebumps went away. The fire was warm and good, giving life back into her bones.

            Tears finally ran down her cheeks. She fell over on her side and curled up. She missed Job. She wanted it to be a dream, or for him to resurrect, just like Lazarus. She had to believe that he would. She had to have faith. Wasn’t this what it was all about?

            Sarah rocked herself gently and closed her eyes. Even the sand was warm and welcoming. She let it hold her as she rested. Her body and mind felt so tired. She thought of home and quickly fell asleep. She dreamed, or at least, she thought she was because she heard her name being called in a familiar voice that she had never heard before. It was quite angelic.

            “Sarah.”

            She thought of Christmas.

            “Sarah.”

            She thought of her mom.

            “Sarah.”

            She thought she felt hot. A lot warmer than before and it was making her uncomfortable. Sarah groaned and began to wake. She wasn’t imagining it, her skin burned and stung. It was so hot. Too hot. Sarah’s eyes flew open. The fire was no longer burning on the bush, but enveloping her like a lover. Its form matched that of a person’s with two torrents of flame shooting out from its back like fiery wings.

            “Sarah…,” a ghostly male voice sung. It was coming from the fire.

            Sarah screamed and started batting at the flames that were scorching her skin. She rolled and scrambled wildly onto her feet, ash and bits of embers raining on her. Her flesh felt raw and red as she slapped it.

            “Sarah,” it sang, with many voices.

            Without looking, she ran straight back towards the manger, screaming and whimpering. She could feel the fire regaining strength. It began to sing in its strange voice again, howling with the voices of a thousand angels. The cavern glowed brighter as it chased after her. She could tell how close it got by the heat she felt on her back. Sarah ran, panting and crying. Her feet sank in the sand and she thought she could smell her hair burning. Sarah cried out and pushed herself forward till her feet felt stone once more.

            She didn’t bother looking back. She prayed and was suddenly within reach of the manger again. She ran to it and ducked inside, shaking and whimpering. She could hear it singing. It was coming for her. It was going to burn her alive.

            “Sarah,” it sang.

            She pressed herself tight into the corner of the manger and pulled her legs to her head. She covered her ears and prayed silently, crying and wishing everything would just stop. She was so afraid. She wanted to have faith but she was scared. She didn’t want to die.

            The fire sang and the hut grew hot, so hot, she knew it must have been on fire. The singing was loud now, so loud it hurt. Sarah screamed in terror, she screamed to drown out the singing. Her heart pounding and her skin burned. It was too much. Fear and darkness too her. Sarah passed out.

            When Sarah woke, she didn’t know how much time had passed, but the fire was gone and the cave was dark again. She was naked but her skin wasn’t burned anymore. The manger was dark, empty and cold. Sarah stood and saw the bush in the cavern was no longer on fire. She quickly left.

            She went back to the three kings. Each still stood there but with branches now green with leaves. The gifts were gone and where Job’s body had been, was only a pile of ash in the shape of a boy. Sarah walked back the way she had come with Job. She moved desperately with her hands outstretched. Walking quicker than when she had descended. But with almost every step, Sarah could feel her body changing. It started with a small ache, a dull pain in her lower abdomen, that was suspiciously close to where her uterus was.

            Her aches turned to a cramping and soon, she was stumbling through the cave with her stomach growing heavier. Sarah’s body burned and her skin broke out in a sweat. She nearly ran, searching the darkness for any sign of the church. Something in her stomach moved and Sarah looked down at her virgin body to see it ripe and swollen.

            She kept walking, kept fleeing towards home and salvation. Every minute made her stomach grow. A second heartbeat had joined hers. She could hear it and feel it. A baby moved under her skin and it had barely been ten minute.

            Sarah looked up as a light flickered ahead. Her stomach grew to full pregnancy the closer she got to the light. She groaned as the swelling stopped and her bladder ached. Her feet swelled but carried her to the entrance of the cave where the light of the church poured in.

            Sarah blinked and squinted, throwing a hand up to shield her eyes. She stepped through and into the church once more.

            “Sarah,” Pastor Reece said.

            She stood naked and at full term. The baby in her stomach moved, turning gently. She placed both her hands on her stomach and looked down at the impossible then back up at the congregation which had not moved. They all stood and watched her as the clock struck midnight.

            “Merry Christmas,” Pastor Reece said.

            “Merry Christmas,” said Sarah. And then her water broke.

            And the choir began to sing.

17 thoughts on ““The Virgin Sarah”

      1. Yay! I miss you, too. I shoot you a message on DA a little while ago, but I know how crazy your life can get. I STILL need to catch up on some of your YouTube videos and I have to finish reading the rest of Royal Academy. I’ve been working on my next WIP alongside of audio stuff. It’s been bananas.

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      2. Honestly I’ve been having a hard time during the pandemic so I haven’t been around much. But I’ve decided to come back and focus here. I was happier here, no drama XD

        I need to catch up on your site!! And oooo more audio?! Hell yeah!!

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      3. Ugh, I’m sorry to hear that. The pandemic makes everything just more complicated. I’m vaccinnated now, or will be by next week (it takes two after you get the second). I still check DA once a week just to keep up with my notifications, but I haven’t posted anything there in forever either.

        It’s been a struggle I’m not gonna lie. I’ve been fighting with my current WIP trying to get it drafted. It’s a major worldbuilding project so there’s a lot of foundatinal groundwork to lay with myself before I could really start, and I keep running back to add more. I did start the first chapter, but I have less than 1000 words so far.

        As for the audio recording, I just need time to do it and an empty house lol. I usually record Tuesday and Friday evenings when my husband is bowling, but since that’s done for the summer I haven’t been able to. For now I’m just prepping the chapters while I wait 🙂

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      4. I got my vax too 🙂 I’m sorry for the hard time. I’ve been struggling with writing too which hasn’t helped in this stressful situation haha

        I love your writing tho, so I’m excited for this book. I’ve been reading a lot more lately to keep myself sane so maybe I’ll hop back on DA but I’ve been exhausted and just bleh. We’ll see haha

        I haven’t recorded for a while. Lacking the motivation there too x.x prepping is good tho. Always something to be fleshed out, revised and written haha

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      5. It seems to be a univeral issues! I need to remember to watch the rest of your videeo stuff, and I still need to finish Royal Academy.

        Aw same for me with yours! I hope I can get GOING with it. I’m doing little things here and there, but I want to just write.

        Recording takes so much work. Yeah I figure if I can’t do it right now I can at least prep. I need to teach myself some better video editing programs lol. All I know is Windows Movie Maker, and that’s so old. I downloaded Filmora to learn.

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      6. Haha I got so much to catch up with, don’t worry about it XD Plus, I feel my writing break is doing me good. I’m think some of my stuff will be rewritten actually. Maybe not RA but i’m thinking about it.

        I’ve been wantign to write but sometimes I just get stuck XD I hate that feeling. I’m learning to deal with that and learning to refocus and not get caught up on it when I do. Easier said than done though haha Any tips?

        Omg, I haven’t heard windows movie maker in a while. I used that when I started actually. I like kinemaster but its android based. I have a chromebook so it works well for me. I have sony vegas pro on my windows but my toshiba sucks so I never use it haha I say yeah, check out some youtube vids on editing. Hell, I know a bit so maybe I can help!

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      7. Omg that’s kind of where I am. I’m trying to break things doen into smaller chunks, but it’s still really hard. Finding the energy to work on the WIP. I’m debating switching to another project. I’ve decided to self-publish my short story, but I want to make an author’s site first, and THAT’S another project lol.

        I have Sony Vega, too! Or I had it on my old computer. My SIL’s husband gave it to me, but I never really got into it. I think I can teach myself Filmora, but I might pick your brain about tips. I’m so used to WMM lol, but it’s old AF, and I should learn newer programs especially since WMM is kind of weird with videos. I had to keep altering the time on my latest project because whenever I opened the program it would shift and sometimes the whole program would crash.

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      8. I came up with a system of helping myself write and decide what to work on! I explain how I used a D20 dice now in my “New Beginnings” post. So far, so good. Now I have the option of pursuing what I feel like writing, or I can roll and write, which makes me work on any WIP I have open. You got a lot of projects going on XD I always thought that was amazing about you though. You always pull it off with time so i’m really looking forward to it! You published your short story? Is it on your site? I wanna read :3

        Haha yeah that’s exactly why I also don’t like WMM. It freaking crashes and makes everything a pain. I haven’t used Filmora but i’ve developed a little hang for working with video software. But i’m stil learning myself haha I need to get back in the game!

        I do have a question for you. Would you recommend I upgrade my blog to personal or business? I’m thinking of it cause I want some of the features and I think it would help me.

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      9. Omg I love that system! I usually just go by what’s on my to-do list or what I feel like working on at the time. I’m still trying to make progress on my WIP even though I’m just working on moving my notes now. I feel so unmoored unless I have all my ducks in a row as it were, and right now my notes are scattered between two apps: OneNote and Scrivener. I was writing the story on Scrivener, but I thikn I’m going to go back to good ole Word lol. Honestly, it comes down to be easily able to tab between applications and if I have both my notes AND draft on Scrivener it’s harder to do that. I’m ridiculous XD. Aw that’s such high praise and I hope I can live up to it.

        Ummmm, so I just went to your site and saw a BUNCH of updates that WordPress didn’t bother to tell me about?? I have it set up to get emails once a week, and you were definitely not in my last one. I’m annoyed about that.

        Yup! What do you use again? You probably told me, but squirrel brains lol. WMM is great for just still pictures, but yeaaaah, I definitely need somethng for videos, and since I”m going to do that for my audio stuff going forward, I’ll need to learn something new. Of course I ALSO need to learn how to use Squarespace to make my author website. I’m too old for this lol!

        I’m going to try to publish it on Kindle! That’s why I’m trying to make an author page et al. It’s going to be a while though since I need to get an editor and do all the shenanigans for publishing. I also need to figure out how to fit doing my own final edit into the rotation. I have an artist I’m going to commission for the cover already. It’s the one who’s been doing the illustrations for my fanfic!

        I upgraded mine to personal and I’m pretty happy with it. You have more space AND you can post audio and video directly, which is pretty awesome. Since you do that kind of stuff, I think it would be worth your while. I think I pay $120 a year for it? It’s like $99 plus another $20 for the domain name. I’m pretty sure I have personal and not business.. It is really nice to be able to pick your own domain name and not have the wordpress.com after it.

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      10. Hahaha omg I don’t I could handle all that. I barely get along with word and goodle docs lol I usually use word, sometimes word press to write, but I try to stick to one place cause I end up losing my freaking notes or I change stuff and get confused LOL Sometimes I write what I feel like, but i’ve found the rolling system keeps me going since I won’t know what story i’ll get. Its kind of exciting!

        Haha word press probably just slackin cause I have’t been here XDD Thank yu for adding me to the email liiiist!!~ I’m trying to stay on track and consistent. Got my first World Building post up! Yay! I’m finding that it does help me flesh out my stories.

        I use Kinemaster but its Android. I feel like no one epxects me to be using that video software XDDD You get it on your phone or a chromebook

        Omg!!~ How excited. Wow, you got things planned out. I need an artist too. I got someone working on an album cover for my recently started pirate band haha I will totally buy your book! I can’t wait!

        You got personal? Me too! In fact, I have a free domain, been meaning to change to a .com haha I think ima get business though eventually cause I need those damn plugins >_< I wish premium had plugins Dx

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      11. I use OneNote for the majority of my notes and add any random thought I have there. Scrivener is for specific story stuff. I think I only use Google docs if I’m working on or adding stuff to the rare group thing I do.

        I was going to make my author page on WordPress, but I haven’t been super happy with the direction they’re going. I HATE the Gutenberg block editing thing so much lol. I keep finding ways around it and going to the help desk if I can’t. I’m still able to use the old WP admin and I even have it bookmarked lol. I’m such a Taurus :p

        YOU’RE IN A PIRATE BAND??? THAT’S SO FUCKING COOL. Omg do you have any recordings out yet? Can I buy them? I need deets!!! One of my pipe dreams has always been to be a singer in a band or a lounge singer lol. I even thought up an idea of a lounge singer assassin. I have no idea when or if I’ll do something with that, but the idea is there.

        Yup! I think the personal one is all I really need especially since I’m not really selling anything here, but I think I’m doing personal on Squarespace, too? I need to check that. I thought you could get plugins on personal? Oh wait! No, you can’t because I had that problem. You can use CSS (which I specifically took a class to learn), but you’re right, no plugins, which is annoying.

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      12. I recently started using OneNote for work! XD I’m not completely used to it. Does it save across platforms like with Google?

        Omg I also hate the freakign word blocks. i hate them so much. Ok, fine, I learned to use them and I got used to them but honestly, the old style was a bit better. BUT this one does allow you to move big portions of text around easily which is a weird thing I ended up needing hahaha

        Yes! I’m a pirate, yarg!!!~ haha I’ve always had a singing dream too. I want to be in a metal band, shredding or screamign on stage XDD I’ll paste the link to my first single below! My pirat ename is Zo Grimmwood

        You learned CSS? x__x Omg, that’s alot XD I might just buy the business when it go on sale haha I’ll try it for a year if that happens

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      13. Yup! OneNote syncs across all your devices so if you use it on your phone it’ll update on the desktop and vice versa. It’s one of the reasons I love it so much. I wish they’d fix the search feature to be able to look up multiple words, but that’s really my only major complaint.

        It’s…the…worst lol. I’m glad you find some usefulness out of it. If you want to go back to the old admin page you just put in your blog’s website then add /wp-admin/ to the end of it 😉

        Omg that beat is fire though. I’m listening to it right now ♥

        I learned a LITTLE lol. I’m not too much of an expert. It was a few years ago, so I’ve probably forgotten it XD I just wanted to do a few things more than I could without it. You get a little more leeway and you can always get help for it, too.

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      14. Ooo ima have to check it out. Been using it for work tho and so far no complaints. I’ll have to pull it up on my phone but now that I think about it, my job uses a different microsoft account.

        Haha thank you for the cheat code!! XD I be getting frustrated with the damn blocks sometimes.

        Omg thank you so much!! 🖤🖤🖤
        I’m working on vocal training and getting better at guitar. Eventually ima learn to mix a bit myself.

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      15. I honestly can’t believe it’s free. It’s literally one of the best programs ever created. I use it every day. I think Evernote is just as good, but I’m so used to OneNote that I can’t go back :p

        Right?? I had to figure it out because I can’t deal with the damn blocks.

        Yasss! I loved it. I need to get back to practicing my keyboard, but I don’t have the room OR the time o.O

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