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May 7
[click the image to be brought to the download page]  Hey there! So after much speculation and encouragement from some people close to me in my life, I’ve decided to go ahead and release this thing to you, my lovely and loyal followers. Here’s the thing, Numeric Stories is a project I started forever ago and just so happened to finish, put together, and offer up to you for free. You can go ahead and download it, add it to your kindles (though the font size is a lot smaller on Kindles, I don’t get all that jazz or whatever, so just deal with it or read it on the computer as it’s a PDF file), or you know do any other sort of fancy thing with it. Hell if you’ve got friends in high places you can show them it and be like “well this work is bad, but I assure you his other work is much more solid”, which it is. Numeric stories is just a sort of collection of short bursts of things that came together in a remarkable way. In that manner it’s interesting to look at. I’ve spent a great amount of time personally going over it and editing each and every detail, piecing it together just the way I wanted to and so forth and so on; I’ve got most of the mistakes but there are sure to be some others that slipped my mind, if you happen to find one, just message me and I’ll edit the file or whatever, that or just ignore it. I really can’t do much about you stealing it, if you’re going to, you’re going to, that’s just the sad fact about putting your work out for public scrutiny. I will say that the basic laws of copyright dictate that all works created are immediately intellectual property of those that made them, and given that I have records of all the dates and times that I published each and every piece originally, and the dates and times of when I published the whole big ordeal, it’d be an open and shut case you know? Anyway, you won’t do that, because I’m pretty sure the majority of you are nice and stuff. It’s a fast read, twenty-thirty minutes, and it should be, based on the subject matter. I originally had some reservations about attaching my name to a piece of work like this but I came up with two conclusions: If I’m serious about my work, I need to attach a real name to the piece and start getting my name out there. If I ever get to feeling bad about it I can just delete the whole thing and just sweep the whole mess under the rug* So, I hope you at least take a look at it. I don’t know if you consider this sort of thing self publication as I’m not making any money off of it or whatever, so who knows. The work is completely free, chiefly because it’s already offered up to you free VIA my tumblr blog tag “Numeric Stories” the only added benefit of this is that the stories are written in their intended order and they feature minor tweaks and changes that help to facilitate a grander narrative. Enjoy. *I put this note here with some reservation. I am a person that values my privacy immensely and so I’d ask, that if you so happen to look at my work, you restrain from your compulsive need to email me or find me various social networking sites. I will say right now, I won’t add you anywhere else unless I absolutely know who you are, and I won’t reply to any emails unless they are serious proposals for writing projects, literary submissions, or any other thing that would involve me getting my name out. (Meaning if you’re trying to start a literary magazine and you’re like “oh shit, he’s awesome.” I’d be more than happy to submit something if you just ask, same goes if you’re doing a literary project that might further my career you know?) I hope you can respect that basic desire of mine, it’s a simple wish, but it’s one that’s critically important to me.

[click the image to be brought to the download page] 

Hey there! So after much speculation and encouragement from some people close to me in my life, I’ve decided to go ahead and release this thing to you, my lovely and loyal followers.

Here’s the thing, Numeric Stories is a project I started forever ago and just so happened to finish, put together, and offer up to you for free. You can go ahead and download it, add it to your kindles (though the font size is a lot smaller on Kindles, I don’t get all that jazz or whatever, so just deal with it or read it on the computer as it’s a PDF file), or you know do any other sort of fancy thing with it. Hell if you’ve got friends in high places you can show them it and be like “well this work is bad, but I assure you his other work is much more solid”, which it is. Numeric stories is just a sort of collection of short bursts of things that came together in a remarkable way. In that manner it’s interesting to look at.

I’ve spent a great amount of time personally going over it and editing each and every detail, piecing it together just the way I wanted to and so forth and so on; I’ve got most of the mistakes but there are sure to be some others that slipped my mind, if you happen to find one, just message me and I’ll edit the file or whatever, that or just ignore it. I really can’t do much about you stealing it, if you’re going to, you’re going to, that’s just the sad fact about putting your work out for public scrutiny. I will say that the basic laws of copyright dictate that all works created are immediately intellectual property of those that made them, and given that I have records of all the dates and times that I published each and every piece originally, and the dates and times of when I published the whole big ordeal, it’d be an open and shut case you know?

Anyway, you won’t do that, because I’m pretty sure the majority of you are nice and stuff. It’s a fast read, twenty-thirty minutes, and it should be, based on the subject matter. I originally had some reservations about attaching my name to a piece of work like this but I came up with two conclusions:

  1. If I’m serious about my work, I need to attach a real name to the piece and start getting my name out there.
  2. If I ever get to feeling bad about it I can just delete the whole thing and just sweep the whole mess under the rug*

So, I hope you at least take a look at it. I don’t know if you consider this sort of thing self publication as I’m not making any money off of it or whatever, so who knows. The work is completely free, chiefly because it’s already offered up to you free VIA my tumblr blog tag “Numeric Stories” the only added benefit of this is that the stories are written in their intended order and they feature minor tweaks and changes that help to facilitate a grander narrative.

Enjoy.

*I put this note here with some reservation. I am a person that values my privacy immensely and so I’d ask, that if you so happen to look at my work, you restrain from your compulsive need to email me or find me various social networking sites. I will say right now, I won’t add you anywhere else unless I absolutely know who you are, and I won’t reply to any emails unless they are serious proposals for writing projects, literary submissions, or any other thing that would involve me getting my name out. (Meaning if you’re trying to start a literary magazine and you’re like “oh shit, he’s awesome.” I’d be more than happy to submit something if you just ask, same goes if you’re doing a literary project that might further my career you know?) I hope you can respect that basic desire of mine, it’s a simple wish, but it’s one that’s critically important to me.

April 16
So this should be (with any luck or confidence) coming your way shortly in glorious e-format for all your fancy Mac books, iPads, and PDF reading gizmos.

So this should be (with any luck or confidence) coming your way shortly in glorious e-format for all your fancy Mac books, iPads, and PDF reading gizmos.

January 27
Hello followers, it’s nice to see you all again. So if you’ve been following me for a while you’ll know I’ve had this little side project going on called Numeric Stories which I describe on my about page like this: Numeric Stories interprets life in short bursts of inspiration. Focusing on the ways different individuals think, Numeric Stories is all about flash fiction: telling a story in four sentences or less. That’s only half the story though. You see when I started Numeric Stories I didn’t have a clear idea where I was going; I just sort of started numbering things with roman numerals because I felt like it.  As I progressed in the project though I took it as more of a thematic approach to writing in which numeric stories covered writings about certain topics and certain emotions in certain ways. It wasn’t till recently that I realized I had the tendency to do something even better and that’s when I realized that I basically had created stories out of Numeric Stories without even meaning to. That being said you’ve probably realized I’ve been posting more of Numeric Stories recently (I believe I posted some 3-4 yesterday) and the reason behind that is simple: as of today, Numeric Stories is finished. It’s complete; 100% over, there’s nothing else to add to it, nothing else I can do; I have officially finished the product. That being said part two: there are currently I believe six stories hiding in the confines of Numeric Stories. They’re not numerically in order in the sense of I goes with II goes with III but the stories do go in increasing order (so IV would go after I in the story line if they were in the same story) I could give you the order right now and be a pal and stuff but personally I’d rather see you try to hobble together the stories that exist in the jumble as I have realized that’s been my intention all along: to create stories where they don’t seem to exist; to create order from chaos. It’s been a pleasure working on it and I can assure you that they do form six distinctive story-lines provided you expand your horizons into abstract thought just a tid-bit. I hope you enjoy and I will probably in due time create a chart of what stories go where. Until then: happy hunting. Sincerely,Cole. 

Hello followers, it’s nice to see you all again.

So if you’ve been following me for a while you’ll know I’ve had this little side project going on called Numeric Stories which I describe on my about page like this:

Numeric Stories interprets life in short bursts of inspiration. Focusing on the ways different individuals think, Numeric Stories is all about flash fiction: telling a story in four sentences or less.

That’s only half the story though. You see when I started Numeric Stories I didn’t have a clear idea where I was going; I just sort of started numbering things with roman numerals because I felt like it. 

As I progressed in the project though I took it as more of a thematic approach to writing in which numeric stories covered writings about certain topics and certain emotions in certain ways.

It wasn’t till recently that I realized I had the tendency to do something even better and that’s when I realized that I basically had created stories out of Numeric Stories without even meaning to.

That being said you’ve probably realized I’ve been posting more of Numeric Stories recently (I believe I posted some 3-4 yesterday) and the reason behind that is simple: as of today, Numeric Stories is finished. It’s complete; 100% over, there’s nothing else to add to it, nothing else I can do; I have officially finished the product.

That being said part two: there are currently I believe six stories hiding in the confines of Numeric Stories. They’re not numerically in order in the sense of I goes with II goes with III but the stories do go in increasing order (so IV would go after I in the story line if they were in the same story)

I could give you the order right now and be a pal and stuff but personally I’d rather see you try to hobble together the stories that exist in the jumble as I have realized that’s been my intention all along: to create stories where they don’t seem to exist; to create order from chaos.

It’s been a pleasure working on it and I can assure you that they do form six distinctive story-lines provided you expand your horizons into abstract thought just a tid-bit.

I hope you enjoy and I will probably in due time create a chart of what stories go where. Until then: happy hunting.

Sincerely,
Cole. 

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XXXVII

Sam’s eyes jump from the river bed to the bridge above. He watches as the somber man approaches the railing and peers over into the empty expansion of river below. Sam jumps to action and races up to the bridge, waves his arms in frantic motions to stop the man before he jumps. His eyes fix upon Louis’s and the two for a moment are frozen in time.

“Louis?” He asks
“Sam?” Louis responds.
“Jesus man—you weren’t going to—it’s been so long.”
“Yeah…it has…hasn’t it?”

Louis steps down from the metal railing and stares into the crystal blue of Sam’s eyes. He contemplates the nature of time and how the universe could align in such a way as this while Sam grabs him by the hand and leads him through the twisting city streets down to a small donut shop that they once frequented. He’s at a loss for words as Sam rattles on and on but he manages to crack a smile as the two of them are frozen—if only for a minute—underneath the blanket of the universe.

January 26

XXXVI

The man in blue approaches the vehicle and singles to the other man in blue that he’s arrived, asks, “What do we have here?” and the other man in blue gives a slight smirk before replying, “Same old same old.”.

“Lovers quarrel?”
“Maniac”
The two men look over the dead body, shake their heads in dissatisfaction.

“bet none of these people even hurt a fly” the first man in blue says, and the other just nods in agreement before stepping back and away from the body. The smell of blood is still strong, the car’s hood is smeared in it. The air’s growing colder by the minute, the two men in blue turn away from the scene while another man wearing thin plastic gloves places a bright blue button with the word happiness scribbled on it into a plastic bag. “Jesus” the man in blue says, “Jesus.”

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XXXV

Louis tries to understand the difference in things. Contemplates how everything can go so wrong, how these things he once knew were true—these nights spent with former lovers—now seem but vacant memories of a past life. He looks over the bridge, considers what it would be like to float to the river below; to become submerged in the blue mass of life that twists and turns its way down hill. He wants to jump but doesn’t. His eyes fix on a distant image, a moving figure in the background that he feels he once knew.

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XXXIV

I’m sorry for this, I truly am. I hope you can see that in another life. I hope you can understand that what’s transpiring now has nothing to do with you. Or has everything to do with you. But what I’m hoping you understand is that it was me. That it was always me and never you. I hope you understand that the broken hand that keeps me down won’t let up; not till I’m dead. I hope you understand that this is the only option I had; this was my only way out.

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XXXIII

Sampson gives the black box another nudge; wonders if he’ll ever find another opportunity to use it again. He looks back at the nature of his life; his youth spent in playful embraces of women that came and went, each one more beautiful than the last. He looks out the window of his apartment building to the faces below. He sees no change, no exciting new adventure, nothing but the ordinary; faceless swarms of individuals marching to their deaths. He picks up the black box and chunks it in the trash then stumbles back down the street to continue on with his path.

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XXXII

She arrives on schedule, steps out of the plane and into the great new beyond. Her mind is rattled with new information; sensory overloud that causes her to stumble as she walks out of the airport into the new city. She’s arrived, she thinks, as her eyes tower up to the city in-front of her; each new window a possibility, each new face a new experience waiting to unfold for her.

January 20

XXXI

Should addiction form and fabricated around my throat and eyes, I offer you but one solution to the madness. I offer you the solution of digging deep into the core of the world, tearing apart the flesh of reason, and assuming your true identity. I offer you the most basic of truths: the world of the living is not for the feint of heart.