Optimist Novels & Stories

“I won't make the mistake of underestimating you.” There weren't many wolven who didn't underestimate me, giving me an easy leverage to fuck them up. Unfortunately for me, my luck seemed to have run out. “Let. Me. Go.” The words came out laced with my growing annoyance and fury. “You… are a fiesty little thing.” A small curve graced the corner of his mouth, enhancing his features and somehow making him look more menacing. Fiesty? Little? Thing?

Hope began to permeate the discourse, transforming apathy into activism. For the first time in months, Alex felt optimistic about the direction of his presidency. The sense of purpose that had initially propelled him into office was reignited, revitalized by the collective will of the people. He saw how the struggles of his personal life had intertwined with the struggles of so many others, creating a shared narrative of resilience and transformation. This new sense of solidarity reminded him that he was not alone in his quest for justice; he was part of a larger movement that sought to challenge the status quo and promote systemic change.

An attraction so strong that it overpowered reason. I was committed to seeing where this led to, determined to make sure it ended in a good place. Somewhere, at the back of my mind. I just felt he was the one for me. Some people might think I was being delusional.... But delusions were borne out of an optimistic mindset. And I believed in possibilities and thrived on optimism. Where others saw a glass half-empty, I saw a glass half-full. Just like I was seeing what others considered to be impossible with Greg.

she says. "You always look for the silver lining," Samantha says. "Even when things don't go according to plan, you find a way to turn it into something positive. You're such an optimistic person, and it's one of your best qualities." Andrew is touched by her words. "Thank you," he says. "That means a lot to me. I always try to find the good in every situation. Even when things are tough, there's always something to be grateful for." Samantha smiles. "That's such a wonderful way to look at the world," she says. "I wish more people thought like you do."

"Let's try to stay positive and hope for the best outcome." "I just can't shake off this feeling of doubt," Emily confessed to Lauretta as they walked out of the brewery "What if our efforts weren't enough? What if he decides not to go with any of our contracts? then they win! and isn't that what they wall all along"? "We just have to stay Optimistic" Lauretta said. Emily managed a faint smile, grateful for Loretta's unwavering support. "You're right, Loretta. Let's stay optimistic," she agreed, mustering up a sense of hope amidst the uncertainty.

So, in everything you have said, this will always draw you, your actual being—and it would both charge and garner your strength of character. I am keen to know how people seem to be able of theirs—but I am absolutely positive they were cost-prohibitive as well. Nonetheless, I am still here, I had already emerged quite that far, and I have no concept of what happens in the future; even with a tinge of sadness, I am still desperately hoping and will strive to maintain on to the optimism that at the final moment of each day, I will indeed be free to pronounce loud and proud to myself I am happy that at least, I persevered. ***

I reply regretfully. "So unfuck yourself," Max replies like it's as easy as that. A snap of the fingers and everything will just vanish. "What does that even mean?" I ask with a silent laugh, half cry. Done with this man's cryptic speeches. "Means, go back to the part in your life you were happy with before you fucked yourself. Unfuck it," he shrugs. "Go away, eat pineapple, and move forward," he suggests. "Pineapple?" I ask, that part standing out to me.

I am apparently a woman who attracts hope. "You've been carrying that?" I ask. "Since month three," he says. "I am an optimist." I laugh. Warm and real and it fills the elevator and he grins, proper and unguarded, and I grab his face and pull him down and kiss that grin off his mouth. Arc 26: The Blackout continues in Chapter 76...

Scoff. Professor Latin’s words were never wrong after all. At this moment, I see why he always emphasized those words back in college: “The strong person who is determined to seize his opportunity by himself will not miss the opportunity because the moment he nurtures this thought, his fate has already changed to that of an ‘opportunist.’” Those words have stayed with me, buried deep in my mind, and now they resurface, more relevant than ever. Quickly, I double-tap my phone screen, my fingers moving with a newfound determination. I scroll through it, my heart pounding in my chest as the plan begins to take shape.

Andrew concluded, 'who is this knight? However, would it be wrong of him to oppose the cynics in favor of these folk? His mind was assuming, 'Probably no, a few joint unfavorable representatives could eradicate a full unit of hopeful serfs.' He got rid of them quickly. Group positivity was more significant than any ability he could educate. He agreed to make an effort and notified his good optimist of the same. The old woman had the right to her ambition more than they merited the right to disagree.