Welcome to Carrot Ranch Literary Community where creative writers from around the world and across genres gather to write 99-word stories. A collection of prompted 99-word stories reads like literary anthropology. Diverse perspectives become part of a collaboration.
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Antique Aquarian by Kerry E.B. Black
In a lecture hall filled with youthful angst and energy, Rose sat erect and attentive, her wider bottom spilling over the fold-out seat. Instead of using a laptop like her fellow students, Rose jotted in a spiral-bound notebook balanced on her knees.
She knew others gossiped about her, saying things like “why’s that grandma in the ecology lecture?” Rose didn’t mind. In fact, she enjoyed attention.
Maybe they’d realize some “Boomers,” especially silver-haired free spirits from the Age of Aquarius, not only cared about the future of the earth. Some intended to continue to “do something” to improve it.
The Pursuit by D. Avery
“My glass is always half full.”
“That’s because you’re a slow drinker, Ilene. Mine’s half empty but I’ve already got another round coming. Power of positive drinking.”
“You asked about my exes, Marge. This one’s glass was always half empty.”
“I’m listening. A half-glass sad-ass.”
“That’s about right. I finally realized that happiness is a personal responsibility. And unhappiness is contagious. I’ll tell you from experience— men age about as well as fish on the counter.”
“And yet you always seem to have one.”
“My indomitable optimism, Marge. And, it’s catch and release— gives the fish another chance too.”
Plant a Dream by Dawn Benedict
For ten years George and Irma had been covering their land with apple trees. Thank goodness these were the last, they weren’t as spry as they used to be.
“When are Jacob and Lisa coming?” George asked.
“Next week.” Irma replied. “You doing okay?”
“We knew when we started planting we’d never see the full harvest. At least we have this summer to teach them the secrets of the orchard, and they can help us pack up the house. I hadn’t planned on this cancer spreading so fast, but at least we were able to give them their dream.”
Building Blocks by Norah Colvin
Clare’s tower was almost the tallest she’d ever made. One more block would do it.
Harry accidentally backed into it and sent blocks flying.
“Sorry,” said Harry.
“It’s okay. I can build it again. Wanna help?”
“We need a bigger base. That one was getting wobbly anyway.”
“Let’s go as high as the roof,” said Harry.
They carefully placed the blocks and soon had to stretch on tiptoes.
Clare stood on a chair. Harry passed the blocks.
“We’re outa blocks,” said Harry. “It won’t reach the roof.”
“Let’s build on the table,” said Clare. “It’ll reach the sky!”
Optimistic Thinking by Ann Edall-Robson
“You sent those kids to do what!” Mac’s voice boomed.
“It needed to be done, and they are not kids,” replied Liz.
“They’ve never been to that part of the ranch. You know the road at the crossing is tricky.”
Liz looked out the window and started laughing.
“From the amount of mud on them and the truck, I’d say they figured out the crossing.”
“How’d you know they’d be okay?”
“A little bit of optimistic thinking,” she replied to the man leaving the kitchen.
Mac needed to hear about the first supply delivery to the summer cow camp.
Pause, for Lucky by JulesPaige
New words and new worlds
Take us to new spaces shared
Fueled by hopes’ joy
Jane watched as Emme allowed the rabbit to sniff first her hands then her face. It was as if a magic portal had opened up.
Emme actually giggled. The weight of the water of tears, unshed rushed out of the little girl’s laughing eyes. “Miss Jane, does this bunny have a name?”
“Only the one that you give her,” Jane replied.
“I think; Lucky, because she has all her paws. Do you have any carrots in your basket?”
Follow 6 by Liz Husebye Hartmann
“A most satisfying repast,” intoned Roland. He rolled on his back in the clover, examining his rabbit feet, belly full of carrots.
“Good choice, Jill.” Betsy stretched on her side in agreement, cottontail twitching happily. “You’ve fed the colony with the magic tablecloth. Take it, and whatever the buckets hold, to speed your journey.”
“Do we leave the buckets here with you?”
“Nay! Fill them from yon stream. It’s a long hike to the castle and Queen Buttermilk.” Roland rolled to his feet.
“I’ve got this, Jill.” Jack picked up the buckets and slung the yoke over his shoulders.
Follow 7 by Liz Husebye Hartmann
Jack and Jill wandered through the swaying grass until they reached the stream. Shading their eyes, they followed its flow to the far castle.
“That’s a good sign,” whispered Betsy to Roland. “Her choice to feed us, and his offer to help.
“What else was in those buckets besides the tablecloth?” Roland picked up a small bunch of carrot greens and nibbled it from stem to leafy end.
“The acorn thimble. The corkscrew. Not sure about that strange glove.”
“The buckets do the choosing, but they have to guess how to use them,”
“I’m sure they’ll come out fine.”
Being Happy by Mr. Ohh!
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning
But then remembered that I woke up
My breakfast and coffee were ice cold
But then I remembered that I could still taste and get out of the house
I now have a new positive attitude, and it carries me through the days like I’m flying on a cloud. Then I remembered clouds are made up of condensed water vapor and I felt cold and wet and like I was falling from said cloud and got sick.
I went back to bed and felt warm and happy
Optimism by Reena Saxena
“Optimism is a lens” she said, “it helps you tide over life. Isn’t it a wonder that we cannot see things beyond a certain point, and cannot hear anything with a volume less than 20 decibels?”
“Again, you need a lens when there is no option. It’s called optimism.”
“There are days when there is darkness all around, and even breathing feels optimistic.”
Optimism by sweeterthannothing
Optimism is just not for me, life taught me, crushed me, nothing good happens, nothing is easy
Optimism doesn’t come freely, not when you’re me, it was stamped on, smothered, beaten out of me
Optimism took me, years of hard work, trying and failing and trying again, therapy finally helping me
Optimism brought him to me, he’s happy, care free, light, he loves me, grounds me, frees me
Optimism brought me back to life, back to love, a home, a family and a future finally
Optimism is still hard, I have to try, I have to work on me
The Optimist by C. E. Ayr
I suppose I’ve always been an optimist.
When I was young and my father beat me and slapped Mum, I kept believing things would get better.
When he had that horrible accident and they took her away, even though she’d done nothing wrong, I still hoped things would improve.
The children’s home was horrendous.
I was small and scrawny, so I got bullied until Big Basher had that terrible accident.
I went into foster care but they were nasty people.
Then they had that ghastly accident.
I’m in prison now, but still quite optimistic.
Even here, accidents can happen.
Too Good by Geoff Le Pard
Beatrice Hapi started Little Tittweaking’s Optimists Anonymous after the pessimism pandemic drove optimists underground. Bea found each session hard work, trying to re-instil a cheery positivity alongside inexhaustible supplies of sugary treats. Realising undiluted glee wasn’t working she sought support to add a smidgen of cold reality while offering guidance against pre-diabetes. She found her perfect companion in Eva Afta who came to national attention with her Anti-Gloom potents and unguents that acted on facial muscles, creating a sunny disposition on even the most hardwired miserablist. They married though neither changed her name:
Bea Hapi – Eva Afta
I’m Going Up the Portal by ladyleemanila
I’m going up the portal
To be full of fun
To the sea to snorkel
Get on with the hurdle
For sure it shines the sun
I’m going up the portal
May die tomorrow we’re mortal
What we have done is done
To the sea to snorkel
I like to giggle and chortle
Negative vibes away I shun
I’m going up the portal
I think all soil’s fertile
Complaints I have none
To the sea to snorkel
I love yellow and purple
In the summer I like to run
I’m going up the portal
To the sea to snorkel
Street Café Philosophy-At Half the Price by Bill Engleson
“Sorry. Saw you sitting there like you weren’t enjoying your coffee…looking like a glum chum.”
“It’s hot chocolate.”
“Not a coffee drinker?”
“Was. Doctors’ orders. Cut back on caffeine.”
“Gotta do what the doctor says, I suppose…even if you become a gloomy Gus.”
“So, you don’t do what your Doctor recommends?”
“Mostly. But the way I see it, tomorrow’s another day and I want to enjoy every minute on the way to it.”
“So, cutting back on stuff that’s harmful…?”
“It’s not the getting there, it’s the journey. “
“Personally, I’d like to get there intact.”
I Can See Clearly Now by Joanne Fisher
“I can see clearly now the rain has gone…” Sofia sang along to the car radio. Phillipa, who was driving, joined in.
Sofia’s father had beaten her when he found out she was gay and had a girlfriend. He forbade her to see Phillipa again. Social workers intervened once the bruises became obvious and she ended up in foster care.
Now that school was over, Sofia and Phillipa packed all their things and headed to the city where they would live together. It would take time for Sofia’s scars to heal, but she was in a better place now.
Basic Features by Jenny Logan
“Was there anything worse at school than Latin?” she asked as she zipped up her toiletries bag.
“Amo, amas, amat? Where would we be without it, my love?”
“Now language learning represents something else. Something more hopeful.”
She picked up her backpack and followed him out.
“‘Saklamak’?” he asked.
“Oh! I know this one. To save for the future. How about ‘beklemek’?”
“To wait for, to expect. Like this overdue holiday.”
She ignored the empty space where her womb had once been and they trudged through the snow to the airport bus, conjugating verbs all the way.
Snow Queen by Kelly S.
A paper white bunny with a ruby red ribbon tied around her neck. Her name was Snow Queen, after the color. That and the movie where the kids disappear inside a closet and have an adventure. She was given a cage lined with the softest bedding money could buy for around fifteen dollars. The girl who got her as a gift gave her something very special. She bought a music box with the song Clair de lune. There was no particular reason. She just figured that if a rabbit was going to like any song, why not that one?
Futures by Hugh W. Roberts
Jackie was optimistic that she’d see at least one more Christmas. She wasn’t going to allow a dodgy heart to beat her.
When her mother’s last days arrived, they celebrated Christmas in February. Her mother’s wish was to celebrate Christmas optimistically before she departed this world.
Everyone was shocked when Jackie’s heart finally gave up in April when Jackie joined her mother on the next adventure.
In December, Jackie’s husband celebrated Christmas with his new wife. While her optimism for never getting caught for what would be a triple murder gathered momentum, she knew she had the best sanguinity.
Optimism by Colleen M. Chesebro
The witches’ chanting affected Hilda. Her tears flowed. Her coughing stopped, and the rabbits quit multiplying. The shadows that had clouded her features lifted.
Hilda’s voice wavered. “I can’t fix what happened to the human when my spell backfired. I can’t make him whole again. But I can make his life easier.”
“May your outlook brighten,
optimism fills your heart—
this spell is your new start
true love is yours.”
In the darkness of Coven Hall, tiny twinkling stars lit up the room. The witches smiled, and with clasped hands, they circled Hilda.
“Welcome back!” they shouted.
Ever the Optimist by Margaret G. Hanna
Canada, here I come.
No bending the knee to some high and mighty landowner, like Dad. No working someone else’s farmland, like Dad. Nope, I’m going to have my own farm.
To do that, I’m leaving not-so-merry old England. Leaving my friends, too, but that’s a price I’m willing to pay.
I don’t quite believe the picture the agent painted of Canadian farms. I’ve worked with Dad long enough to know farming is hard work. You don’t just throw the seed in the ground and watch it harvest itself.
Tomorrow, I leave on Mr. Cunard’s Ultonia. My farm awaits.
The Optimistic Boss by Nicole Horlings
By all rights, she should’ve been seething mad. Her assistant’s blunder caused serious issues regarding scheduling, which would significantly reduce revenue.
Yet, she wasn’t mad. In fact, she cheerfully dealt with all the complications, confusing the anxious assistant. “But isn’t this a bad thing?” the young fellow asked.
“It could be. Or, we can take this extra time as an opportunity to make our product even better, and become even more successful. I’ll tell you a secret: I made a similar blunder when I entered this industry, but effectively under-promised and over-delivered. Now I can afford to hire you.”
Choir Practice is Uplifting by Sue Spitulnik
Wednesday lunchtime, Michael said to Tessa, “I made a mistake when we talked about my sabbatical?”
“You did? I’m enjoying you being home more. You aren’t going cross country for a speaking engagement, are you?”
He chuckled. “No. But somehow, the church youth choir got left out of the conversation.”
Tessa looked at him in mock horror, then laughed. “You silly man, guiding those kids renews our optimistic outlook each week, especially when one of them has a personal breakthrough to come tell you about. I never thought of that changing.”
“I should have known that’s what you’d say.”
Hope — A Story by Sadje
Mom was always optimistic, perhaps too much positive at times. Her kids learned to ignore her most of the time, but there were instances when she got on their nerves.
When her eldest went through a bad divorce, mom tried to buck her up with positive things in the whole situation, it backfired.
Whenever the younger got into a power struggle with her in-laws’ mom tried to point out the positives about them; the daughter stopped discussing her issues.
When mom got seriously ill, they wanted to cheer her up, give her hope. But it wasn’t needed, she knew!
Fred Likes Jane by Larry Trasciatti
Fred was sitting in his sparsely furnished bedroom, alternately looking at the papers and books on his desk, and the crucifix on his wall.
He was trying to devise a ploy to win Jane’s hand.
Although the weather outside was bitter, damp, and rainy, he knew she was the woman for him so what could go wrong?
After having asked a few friends for advice he made his move.
All he did was greet her in a chipper tone of voice.
‘That spoonful of sugar in my coffee this morning,’ he thought to himself, ‘was such a wonderful idea.’
Fresh Start by Doug Jacquier
We didn’t care that the rain came in sideways, driven by the same scouring winds that had delivered the dust from farms hundreds of miles away for many summers now and sent our own on a similar journey. As long as there was enough to drown our despair at fly-blown carcasses in paddocks, 100-year-old trees falling like matchsticks, creek-bed roads and harvesters rusting in sagging sheds, because these days real seeds only produced phantom crops. We hoped the rain triggered flash flooding, washed out the roads and cut the power; that was a fresh start we could gladly endure.
Optimistic Opal by Sam Kirk
Unlike other days, Opal jumped out of bed the moment her alarm went off. New day, new year, new ME!
Having created a gap between her blind slats with her thumb and index fingers, she peered outside. Rain clouds. Got to reschedule beach plans. Opal sighed at the thought but quickly recovered. I’m sure it’s going to be a wonderful day anyway!
With a conscious pep in her step, Opal exit her room. In the hallways, she tripped over an uneven rug.
I think I broke something…
New new year resolution – stop listening to others and remain a realist.
Proud to Be British? by Anne Goodwin
We were small, but we were mighty. We planted flags of industry across the world. We stole their artefacts, smashed their cultures, raised fine buildings from the sweat of slaves. When times changed, we adapted, but in our history books we stood tall.
We crushed the pessimists back home with promises. When our neighbours wouldn’t recognise our stature, we cut our ties.
Who cares if we’re the laughing stock of Europe? We scorned their health and safety human rights to take back control. Our red tape is stronger and shinier than their red tape. Our tape makes tighter knots.
Ray of Hope by Duane L Herrmann
The situation was die. Incompetence held all the power. The people suffered. Unexpectedly, like a thief in the night, a Message came. It spread from one heart to another. At first, those in power did not notice, but gradually they became aware as crowds, and money, began to diminish. They sent spies to discover the reason. They learned about the Message and began to stamp it out. Despite their efforts, the Message continued to spread. This Message said real power is held by every person and each person has the right to their own power. This is happening now.
Love by Elizabeth
listen to me
in a world without gods
because it transcends matter, time and space
it keeps us going, it fills us with optimism
it’s the ultimate resource for survival
in a forgotten world
as a breeze carrying seed to a distant land
love spreads infinite hope
when the spell is broken
look up at the stars
memories of scattered love
will spring from the universe
and fill up your soul
you will keep that moment
and find the goddess inside your pure being
waiting to be pleased
a constellation of joy will guide you
Shiftin Topic by D. Avery
“Ello Keed. Where are you goeeng?”
“Hey, Pepe. I’m tryin ta git a lead on this prompt. ‘Parently optic ain’t the topic, but thought I’d visit with Frankie anyways. She’s got a positively unique way a seein the world.”
“Dat is true. An, eef I do say so myself, Logatha and I are optimists. We feel like everytheeng works out in da end.”
“Where is Logatha?”
“She ees visiteeng her seester, Cheri Le Shart. Cheri’s too positive. Suffers from optimal illusions.”
“She does have a bubbly disposition.”
“Dat one has de personality of a Skeetle®. Not Logatha. She’s solid.”