[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.

I was born to live. My heart is here to pump blood. My lungs are here to suck oxygen. My brain is here to form thoughts. My spine is here to keep me up straight. My legs are here to walk. My mouth is here to eat, to speak, to project the thoughts my brain creates. My hands are here to touch things, my eyes are here to see things, my ears are here to hear. I could go on forever with my body's purposes. I was born to live. I was made to survive. I was created by God knows what to float around in the middle of God knows where and make my mark on God knows who. I was born to live. I could say that a million times and it would still be true. I was born, like the rest of us, to live, like the rest of us. I was born to live. So how come I don't want to? ~~~ This is my first story on Wattpad, and my first real production outside of meaningless scribbles that I and many people like to call fanfiction. This story is rated Mature for profanity, extreme situations, self-harm, and suicide. Viewer discretion is advised. Not by me, but by someone.

Ramona "Mona" Gray only wanted to catch a big fish. Instead she caught a boy the same height as herself. Adam Fink was trying to catch a girl to take home to his grandpa that only wanted him to fall in love... With anyone, he didn't care as long as Adam was happy like his parents had been when they had met. Ramona didn't want a boy to bring home to her mom. Her sister already had a man lined up for the both of them, and neither of those boys was Adam. No, they were "respectful" gentlemen. Which to Ramona meant they were snobbish and most likely sexist in their own subtle ways. They wouldn't care for her boy short hair or that she loved her beanie dearly and would never part with it. Still, with matching plaid button ups that were both bought from the same side of the store it was clear that these two would get along... Well mostly, Adam wasn't too keen when she pushed him off the dock. And Ramona wasn't too happy to jump in after him to save him when he could have easily stood up in the water. After she took to calling him princess while he continued to access that she needed to grow out some stubble since she was already working the "man of the wilderness" look. Their adventures of their senior year will be tricky, probably a bit roundabout, and maybe just a teeny bit romantic. Still its like Ramona always says, "high school is just some pond to practice life in, once its over you go down the river of college and then you're at the ocean of opportunity and depending on what kind of fish you are it could be scary and vast or it can be too small and lonely." Former cover made by -ichor