11 Birthdays Novels & Stories

Emiliana Your birthday is the beginning of your own personal new year. Your first birthday was a beginning, and each new birthday is a chance to begin again, to start over, to take a new grip on life. — Wilfred Peterson ____ Twenty three. That’s how many years I had under my belt and that’s the number that was displayed everywhere. Banners, balloons, napkins. Everywhere I looked, I was surrounded by the number as a reminder that I was still so young.

—and she said, "I have to go. I'm so sorry Jace! I'll call you tomorrow, okay? Bye!" The line went dead and I sighed. I snapped my phone shut and began to walk home. I began counting down the exact number of days before my birthday—two. Only two more days and I would be fifteen. It was hard to believe that I was only turning seventeen. Curse my late birthday. It was also hard to believe that my parents would be seeing me—

So that when there are people who are mature in age but mentally not. Being wise is something great because it's not easy to do that and not all parents can afford to be like that "By the way.... what are we going to do on birthdays? Are we just going through the day as usual?" "Tomorrow, you and I will work as usual and have dinner as usual too. the difference is tomorrow I'll be a year older hehehe." Baby rolled his eyes, laughing. 25 is the age that Baby thinks is an adult and doesn't want to have to celebrate her birthday.

They all smile at me and Aunt Cynthia cackles, “she’s just like you Luna, she forgot.” I squint at her, “what did I forget?” They all say it at the same time, “your birthday!” My eyes widen and I look at my laptop for the date and blow a breath out of my mouth, “it’s not for 2 weeks,” I wave my hand dismissively at them and they all cackle. “You forgot and your going to be 21 this birthday, plus it’s a full moon,” Momma adds not so subtly. I look at them, “so, I’ll just have Christov come here and…”

I love him too and I don't want to lose him. “What's special about Saturday?” Dad turned to me, raising his brow. “Saturday? I don't know. Saturday is Saturday. Oh. No school.” I shrugged. “No.” Dad drops his hands on the table, laughing. “Come on. Have you forgotten your birthday? November twentieth. This Saturday. Today's Wednesday.” It hits me hard. I covered my widened mouth and Trevor clapped. “I totally forgot. Next Tomorrow is my birthday. I'm turning eighteen. I'm going to be an adult.” I announced.

May 17th Age: 19 Life is bullshit. That sappy happily ever after bullshit isn't real. I refuse to believe that that shit actually exists. That shit was only made up by people that already had happy lives to begin with. Us broken and forgotten ones don't get a happy ending. We are a disappointment and remain as such till the very end. July 18th Age: 20

It's always the same thing for my birthday each year and I'm getting bored of it. I've been counting the years as I age and I can't help but lament how time flies. It has been thirteen years! Thirteen years ago, when Nathan was placed in cryogenic sleep, he was thirteen years older than I am. This year, we are finally of the same age. It's a shame that I can't express myself. Everybody seems so happy, so I have no choice but to feign a smile too. "Mom, here! Make a wish!" Luna pushed Hilda to the front of the cake while urging her to make a wish.

We were walking around and looking around the house. "Easy with the questions sis," Nathan rolled his eyes. "Its fine. I don't mind. Well I'm 22 years old and I'm already married," I remarked. "Just when I thought my cousin nabbed a girl," Sabrina laughed and I joined in. Nathan just shook his head, a smile playing on his face. "I'm 16 years old. I'll be 17 next week Thursday, the 14th of August. You're invited to my party. Nathan is 22 years old, his birthday is November 10th. When is your birthday?"

Of thriving. After everyone leaves, the three of us collapse on the couch. "Best birthday ever," Ivy declares. Chocolate on her face. Exhausted and happy. "Agreed," Lucien says. "How many more birthdays until I'm grown up?" Ivy asks. "Ten more until you're eighteen." "That's so many. You'll be old by then." "Thanks, kid." "But that's good. Because I'll need you for all of them. To help me grow up right." "We'll be there. Every single one."

Livie You could say that Alarick is an old soul. He's too mature for his age and too smart for his own good. But by the end of the day, we are still just young eighteen years old, and that makes us still teens. Hormonal teens, to be precise. Because yes, he soon will be nineteen, just days before his birthday, but he is still a teen.