A Mind For Numbers Novels & Stories

Unknown Caller Arielle didn’t remember pressing the call button. She only remembered staring at the empty space where Daniel’s number used to be saved… and then deciding she didn’t need it. She knew it. Her fingers moved on instinct. Nine digits. Her heart thudded violently in her chest as the phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times— It clicked. Arielle straightened on the bar stool, suddenly breathless. “Hello.” That voice. Deep. Smooth. Controlled.

“Mind if I look? I’m really good with numbers.” Nicco hesitated a moment and then shrugged, handing over his laptop. “Wouldn’t hurt anything,” he admitted. I popped open the laptop and started scrolling through the pages. When I said I was good with numbers, I was kind of underplaying it. I had a weird relationship with numbers. It was like they talked to me. I could do complex algebra in my head and know the answer to things without knowing how I got there. That was why I was going into business. Numbers made sense to me.

She felt isolated, but safe at the same time. She sat there on the steps for a while just trying to calm and center herself. Things had been so off lately. Almost nothing made any sense to her anymore. She had heard that growing up was hard to do. But the things that had happened in the last twenty-four plus hours just took the cake. She didn't want to think about anything really. So she focused completely on clearing her mind. She sat there for a long while just staring at the moon. Eventually, the damp air made her feel chilled to the bone and she began to shiver.

"Would you like to watch a movie? I did some research and found the one you may like. It's not a comedy, I know that is your favorite, but it deals with math and psychology." "What is it?" "It's called A Beautiful Mind." "That is one of my favorite movies." He smiled. It was a real smile that reached his amber eyes. We got the pizza and sat down on the couch to watch the movie. Owen pulled me to his lap. I gladly laid against him; it was not even thirty minutes into the film, and sleep took over me.

My boyfriend said he had been connected to a system that let him see how much other people needed him. The first thing he did was ask me with tears in his eyes, "Your number is only 30. Don't you love me?" I told him, "Just because I don't depend on you doesn't mean I don't love you." After that, whenever it rained, he would hold an umbrella over his secretary and even drive out of his way to take her home. When I asked him about it, he would say, "Don't overthink it. Her number is high, so I know she needs my help." One day, I was sick and stuck in bed, but he chose to go shopping with his secretary. "Your number is low, but she's in more urgent need of me. I'll go shopping with her first,

After he saw the letter ‘S’ on their calendar, he thought there was no point in interacting with the world. He was quietly walking down the uncrowded hallway of his new school as he went down the covered court. This day, his mind was a jar loaded with freezing air beyond the stage of satiety, preoccupied with something cold. Ironically, he was not thinking of anything in particular. Pensive by his thoughts, he did not notice it right away when he was bumped by a guy at his back. He quietly turned to see the eyebrows of the guy meet as they faced each other. His hair was in crew cut as he confidently stood in front of Praxis. His jaw was strong and masculine, standing about five inches taller

"She is so brilliant! Is she at the 300th decimal place already? I bet she hasn't left out any one of the numbers!" "My roommates have already taken out their notebook for reference. It's true that she hasn't left any of the numbers out!" "5493038196 4428810975 6659334461 2847564823. "549303819644288109756659334461284 7564823. The audience was going frantic with the idol playing the DJ turntable and the Pi recitation by an ace! All of these were so stimulating!

“Fifty-five million, two hundred and thirty-three thousand, one hundred and eighty-one point eight.” I paused, watched surprise flicker across his face before he could hide it. “There isn’t a number I can’t calculate,” I added, suddenly needing him to understand that this wasn’t impressive or special, just how my brain worked. “It doesn’t matter how large it is. My brain just takes it, works it out, gives me the answer. That’s it.” He didn’t say anything. Just kept watching me with that intensity that made Roxanne purr in delight at us being so centered in his attention, at having his full focus on us like nothing else in the world existed.

I was going to need an answer ready before I walked through that door. The house settled around me. and. I tried to slow my head down and let it empty out. I got up once to get water. I lay back down. I read three pages of a novel I had been reading since two months and none of them went in. I tried counting backwards from a hundred, which was a technique Priya had sworn by once, and it did not work. None of it worked. I lay in the dark and the thought about my number in someone's hands kept coming back and I kept pushing it aside and it kept coming back. Fighting the thought was costing me more energy than I had left.

The staff guided them to a room, opened the door and left. Mr Phill James, a well known businessman in the world of business talks. Who didn’t know him? And well if one didn’t know him, he didn’t exist. Simple. He was a man in early fifties. Sharp. Pointed. Intellegent. He had his cool demeanor that could be missunderstood as cold and scary, but he wasn’t. He was just a man of words and that was not a big deal. He was accompanied by two board of members as the panel.