"Keep your little tongue still," he began ominously, his eyes had darkened like the nightsky, "or I will put it to better use." His warning sent chills all over my body. He was hurting me; the wall against which he had my hands pressed had a sharp popcorn like texture, and it felt like my skin was being stabbed by th...
"How drunk were you last night" she asks "Not drunk enough to forget" I say awkwardly "That makes two of us" she grins sitting up. "So...not drunk enough to forget. You weren't drunk enough to be totally out of control then? I must be doing pretty good" she normally flirted with me, it was our kind of friendship, but...
[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a...