"Para mi yo adolescente."

❝No entiendo por qué te quiero, si tú odias el café.❞ Libro completo solo disponible en Amazon en formato físico y digital. Un camarero, a manera de versos, narra la historia de cómo comenzó a sentirse atraído por una de sus clientes, quien todos los días concurría a donde este trabajaba para consumir un café en silencio, escondiendo muchos secretos por revelar. Hasta que todo se torna una primavera agonizante que pronto acabará en una obsesión meliflua, rumbo a marchitarse. Una metáfora dulce que conduce por destino natural a la muerte de todas las flores que alguna vez fueron bellas. Ganadora de Los Premios Watty 2015 en la categoría "Las favoritas de los coleccionistas." Historia publicada por primera vez el 02 de diciembre del 2014 y concluida el 02 de diciembre del 2015.

[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 clue of who he used to be. Voicemails sent to him from a girl called Ari might have the answers to his questions. A story told through voicemails.

✨You hurt me again today, but that's okay because you said I deserved it.✨ Best: Short Story - #6 PLEASE READ: This short story deals with a very server topics such as self harm and bullying. It should be taken as no joke if you're a victim of bullying please say something. Your voice matters. Not all stories are fake. Life is not a cliché. The way I'm going to write this is not how your bullying story will end so you have been warned before you write nasty comments. This is a disclaimer so please do not take anything I write in this paragraph to heart...probably should've put this first... Also I do not own the image for the cover it is trust something I found on the Internet and put words on top of it.

"You know, you're lucky someone is even giving you the light of day considering your acting history, cat food girl." He snickered, shoving his hands deeper into his leather jacket. I felt the anger rise within me. Who did he think he was? "I'm Sam, and I would really appreciate it if you stayed as far away from me as possible. And if I remember correctly, you ran into to me, jerkface." I snapped. He glared at me with a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Well Susie, I honestly could care less about what you would apreciate. And considering that I have a guaranteed role, I suggest you start enjoying my company." He winked at me, and I considered lunging at him. "It's Sam." I bit back. He sighed and put his arm around me, pulling me closer to him. I tried to rip his arm off of my shoulder, but he was too strong. "You're going to be seeing a whole lot more of me." WARNING: This story depicts violence and alcohol use.