His Secret: A Short Story by me!

He had a secret. He had the truth. He had another wife.

Johnny was in his dark blue bathrobe, sipping his black coffee with three creams and four sugars. He was ready for another day with his pregnant wife. Until something turned his smile into a frown. 

He was reading the newspaper when his cellphone rang. It was a blocked number. He answered anyway. “Hello?” he answered.

“Johnny? It’s Bella. I’m pregnant. I’ve decided to come back home. I’ve taken a break long enough.”

“What?! N-no, you can’t come back!”

“Why? I love you! I’ve made my decision! I don’t want to raise this child alone. I’m coming back.” 

Johnny pulled his hair in frustration. “You can’t!! I thought we broke up! You expected me to just wait for three frickin’ years?!”

“W-wait… Johnny, does this mean you are with another woman?”

“Bella, I’m married!!! My wife is six months pregnant!!!!! We are having a baby girl!”

Johnny immediately hung up on her and put his phone on ‘Do Not Disturb.’ He started to cry. Why? Why did Bella have to barge back into his life when his wife was six months pregnant with a baby girl?! 

All of a sudden, he realized something. His face turned white. His stomach dropped to his feet.

He never divorced Bella.

He shrieked as loud as he could into one of his pillows. This couldn’t be happening. He decided to just keep Bella out of his life somehow. Ignore her. Don’t let her step into the house. Keep her away from Lily (his current wife). Nothing could go wrong, right?

                              ~~~~~Three Months Later~~~~~

“Babe! My water just broke!”

Johnny had his wife at the hospital in no time. He hadn’t seen Bella and he was relieved by that.

Until he saw another woman who was going into labor rushed into the hospital. Bella. No, Johnny thought. This couldn’t be happening!
                            ~~~~~~Author’s Note~~~~~

Hey guys! This IS actually a short story, it’s gonna have like two or three chapters. I’ll be posting more soon. Is it good so far? Not my best but whatever. Don’t know when I’ll post next chapter…. Not sure. Thank you and goodnight! (It’s night where I live.)

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If I Had $100,000…

If I had $100,000, I honestly don’t know what I’d do. It would be pretty hard to decide. If I bought a bunch of books, I would probably never read them. I obviously would get wants, not needs knowing me.

 I think I would get a lot of stuff that costs money on my iPad. Like, for instance, that $5 Dance Moms Secrets app. Dance Moms is a reality TV Show you might have heard of… Or not. I haven’t had time to watch it, but I really want to. That’s why I should get the app. At least it tells me all of the stuff behind the scenes. Oh! Wait! Duh! I’m so stupid! I could get the Lifetime app and it would let me be up to date on the episodes as long as I pay. I am full of stupidity. 

I’d get the $100 stuff on all of my favorite games. I’d get premium on spotify. Stuff like that.

Now, electronics are important and all, but even if I didn’t read any of the books I bought, I’d probably still be living in Barnes & Noble. I mean, a writer’s gotta read, right?

FOOD. FOOD. FOOD. FOOD. FOOD. That’s all I have to say about food. Junk food, of course.

OMG. CLOTHES. I would be at the mall 24/7. No joke. I love shopping for clothes. I wouldn’t even have to shop on Black Fridays! Wouldn’t need to. No Cyber Mondays either.

Oh, I could get a mansion, a butler…… Gosh, I’m getting excited over the impossible. 

But it’s still a dream. And we are allowed to enjoy dreams, right? Sure, it may be impossible…. But then again, you can never be 100% sure. Anything could happen.

Why I Write

I write because I like the feeling it gives me. The feeling it gives me is power. The power that I feel makes me feel unstoppable. You write WHATEVER you want. Like, for instance, when I write stories. I can control the characters and what they do. I can control the time. I can control every single thing that happens. I can control what people feel. And in real life, you cannot do that.

I would not want to do that in real life because then you would know what would happen and everything would go your way. It would be almost…. Boring. Like, I would expect things to happen and they would. Life should be full of disappointments. And happy moments. The point is, if no one made mistakes, what would be the point? We learn from mistakes, if we never made them we wouldn’t learn! 

So, that’s why I write. The power. It would be really boring if it were real life. I can make the mistakes. I can make the characters make the mistakes so it is right. Plus, you can make money off of it! (Kidding, kidding. But you can!) Your stories have an impact on people. They could make you cry, laugh. They could be so good that they are made into movies.

Sometimes I feel like I am so unorganized. I start stories and then seek new ideas and get bored of the ones I am writing, and I want to stop. But I always feel that I should finish up the story, just because it makes me feel guilty. It stresses me out. I get stressed out easily. But I must finish what I start when it comes to writing. When it comes to anything, really. But especially writing. I love writing. It means so much to me.

That, my readers, is why I write.