Face In Hole Birthday Novels & Stories

“I’ll respect that you see it differently than I do.” “Thank you,” he breathed--- before he smiled shyly at me. “So, when is your birthday?” “In September,” I replied. “What day?” “The most famous day of them all!” “September 11th,” he nodded. “Good, then I won’t forget.” “When’s your birthday?” I asked. “The 2nd of May,” he told me, but frowned. “But I hate celebrating my birthday.” “Why?”

Susan shot her a playful glare, which only made Caroline smirk. “Alright, everybody!” Caroline called out, raising her glass. “Time to sing ‘Happy Birthday!’” She disappeared briefly and reappeared, holding a delicate white cake with “Happy Birthday, Susan” scrawled in elegant frosting and a few delicate flowers crafted from sugar. As the song began, Susan felt a surge of warmth. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this surrounded by friends, this celebrated. Her mom couldn't come, but she'd called early that morning just to sing happy birthday to her, and Susan was happy. The chorus of voices filled the room, and when they reached the final line, Caroline urged her to make a wish

His mouth is also covered with tape and his eyes show relief when he sees me. Well, at least I know where he is. His eyes look down on his taped mouth, nodding to tell me to remove it. I did as I was told. “Hey, Nina, happy birthday,” Gene says with a smile. My jaw drops again, trying to process what he said. “My birthday?” I mutter to myself. Oh right, I didn’t realize it since I only care about counting the days when high school is finally over that I didn’t know that it’s already October.

Faces with bright gleams congratulated Zane for his twentieth birthday and his best friend, Keira, put on a party hat on him. “Happy birthday to you~” The classic birthday song started to fill the house in different pitches and tones of voices singing together. Keira, who’s now holding her homemade cake for her best friend with the help of Esme, stood in front of Zane and made the celebrant blow on his candle after making sure he had his wishes made. A round of applause ended the surprise and every person in the house made their way to Zane to give their personal birthday greetings. “I’m getting old for surprises guys. But thank you!” Zane announced as he kissed his mom and Keira, and gave h

Colorful flowers decorated the place. I was stunned. What? Is this a surprise? But— “Happy birthday!” Honey and Josh exclaimed at the same time, making me jump. My mouth dropped open, my eyes still traveling around the place. I shifted my gaze to Honey who’s giggling. Then I snapped my head toward Josh who has a smirk on his face. “But my birthday isn’t supposed to happen until tomorrow.” “We know it’s tomorrow but Honey wanted to be the first person to wish you a happy birthday, and she can’t do that after midnight because it will cross her time for bed.” Grandma told me as we walked closer to the table.

I promised myself I wouldn’t cry but I am now. With the back of my hand, I dab off the stream of tears and plaster on my face, a broad smile. “Hip hip hip, hurray!” I cheer and blow off the light on the candle, and I accompany it with applause. “ Happy birthday to us” Sabrina cheers inside. “ Happy birthday to us” I smirk and eat the whole tiny cake. I have no money to purchase a large cake as I am saving for something bigger.

George Howard politely invites Mable Bell. "I... I want to know why Flora Mana can't go?" Mable Bell turns to look at me. "Due to Some family matters." I deliberately emphasize the word family matters. Mable Bell instantly gets it, then she rolls her eyes and says, "Actually, we can't spend your birthday with you on Tuesday at 8 pm, it can be celebrated on Tuesday at midnight! Flora Mana, you will be free at that time, right? Since you can't go, then we can spend it at your home, then you make a birthday cake for George Howard. How about it?"

She remained silent, her eyes fixed greedily on the cards on the table. Then she picked one up, caressed it, and asked me what the PIN was. I stared at her face, watching it flush with excitement. "My birthday," I said coldly. She looked at me and then muttered, "Zero-one-zero-four," repeatedly, oblivious to my lowered gaze. "Mommy, my birthday has never been January 4th. "My shoe size is six. I don't like spicy food. I'm allergic to milk, which makes me break out in hives. And January 4th isn't my birthday.

As soon as Cara Lavigne finished speaking, she angrily gritted her teeth and hung up. I stopped walking. Slowly, I put away my phone and looked toward the entrance of the funeral home. After straightening the white flower in my chest pocket that had become crooked, I lifted my foot and walked inside. The next second, my phone vibrated with a social media update notification—Warren had just posted something. It was a long post saying he meant nothing by his earlier post and that he was only sharing the joy of having someone celebrate his birthday with him. He also apologized to me.

“Damn! I didn't even know it was my birthday on Friday.” “How about we buy you a nice cake and sing a birthday song?” the sheriff's wife grinned. This wasn't the best time to celebrate, but I couldn't say no. Because Ashley and my parents were grinning behind her. “Did someone say cake?” Molly grinned as she held Ashley’s hand. “Birthday cake,” the sheriff whispered. “Okay,” I sighed. “Let's buy the cake.” ****** “Happy Birthday to you… Happy birthday to you…”