Hopelessly Optimistic Novels & Stories

He paused unable to complete that. “Go completely mad.”I finished for him.”Don’t worry,I won’t let you put up with a madman.I will end this pathetic life of mine before I go crazy.I just have to arrange a few things now,leave something substantial for Emily and the kids so they would never lack and…” “How can you be so pessimistic?!Pessimistic isn’t even the right word to describe how you’re being!Do you have any idea how heartbreaking it is to watch the man my best friend have become?!”

Just optimization. My daughter was dead. Not physically. Worse. Mentally. Spiritually. Completely. The girl I loved was gone. Replaced by thing wearing her face. Using her voice. Living her life. But not her. Never her. Not anymore. Dr. Zhao opened the door. "You can go. All of you. We have what we need. Hope will serve us. The research will continue. The optimization will proceed. You have no power here. No leverage. No hope. So go. Run. Hide. Live what remains of your pathetic, unoptimized lives. While we build perfection. While we create paradise. While we win. Forever."

“ Yes darling! It's real, it's happening. You will walk again, smile again, eat, stand, dance.. fall in love again, with money you could still birth again. Maybe just not your womb, but trust me it's still possible. Every single thing is still possible.” She shook her head. “ Optimism led me nowhere all this while mum, accept it now so it doesn't ruin you later." She leaned over, and took a deep breath. I smiled, staring at her, this was unlike her and she had gone out of her shape, and now looked a shadow of herself. She also never thought this way, she was always optimistic, and hoped for the best in any situation she found herself in.

“I know it doesn’t look good right now, but… but—” But Hidi will forgive me. Father will be well. He will return. The court will remember itself. The Bulgeons will become citizens the way I promised. The kingdom will settle. All of this will become a bad season we survive. The words rush toward my mouth like a prayer. And then I hear them in my head—how they sound. Not like strategy. Not like leadership. Like wishful thinking. Like a girl trying to bargain with time. Dangerously hopeful. My jaw tightens. I swallow, tasting smoke and bitter medicine once more, and the sentence dies unfinished on my tongue.

Just then they heard something dissatisfying. “No hope for Ayomide,” Oreoluwa had said. “What did you just say, Ore?” Emmanuel demanded. “I said no hope for Ayo.” He shrugged. “I heard you the first time,” Emmanuel said with clenched teeth. “I only gave you a chance to change what you said.”

I had never been more scared of losing a person than I was right now, he was all I had now. “I don’t know”. He replied. He guided me gently so I was facing him. “I don’t know, but I’d like to believe that we have long enough live, to be happy”. He said to me. “I’d like to think we have a lot of time to make things better”. I nodded. His optimism was contagious, or it was so because I desperately needed to hear something positive. “You will be alright, Alexa, we will be”. And I nodded once more. “Let’s go home, it’s rather cold now”. I couldn’t agree more.

"I'm sorry I'm late. I'm really sorry. But I promise you, I'll be the best father. You'll be proud of me." There is a light glowing in his heart that was missing just some days ago. Right now it is a source of hope, a ray of sunshine. And the sun is Anne. His powerhouse. Bad days are gone. Perhaps that is optimism, the expectation of good things to come. It is a feeling he hasn't had in so long.

“Miracles don’t happen to me.” My heart sank, deep into the ocean of fear. Nowadays, he has become pessimistic, speaking like a sad drunk poet. I couldn’t blame him; with what had happened with his father and mother’s deaths, that’s enough to change anyone. “Let’s not be optimistic. Let’s look for a silver lining.” I refused to give up. I was still clinging to the little hope that wasn’t there. The thought of that man walking free sickened my stomach, and it brewed a nausea.

What are you doing God ? Why are you doing this to me ?. I shouldn't have said those words to him . Now he will think I am some kind of stupid. I think I will lose my hope and my life . I was never the optimistic one . My spirit will leave me if I live like this for another moment but at the same time I know nothing gonna change. I will walk out this door and my reality will slap me . My reality will beat me and laugh at me . I can't give up and at the same I can't live .

I raised an eyebrow at Kael. “You mean when?” “Optimism. I'm trying this new thing.” “How's that working out?” “Terribly. I'll stick to realistic pessimism.”