Fall Birthdays Novels & Stories

I replied with a hint of sadness in my voice “Today was the boys’ birthday?” “Oh my God really. It completely escaped my mind” Wow. He forgot “Wish them a happy birthday on their behalf. I'll send them a gift okay?” *Jacob, whe…when is my birthday? Do you still remember?” “Uhhh..Hazel it's really foggy. Uhmm November 24th?” “Jacob?” I called him tears almost escaping from my eyes “ You forgot, it's August 2nd” Maybe I'm just bad with men in general

I was finally alone in this world. They wouldn't let me attend Mom's funeral. They wouldn't even let me visit her grave, so all I could do was kneel on the path we used to walk together, silently pleading for her forgiveness. I didn't dare to cry. I didn't deserve to. Because the hard truth was, I hadn't been able to save her. After the funeral, Carly came to visit me. She pulled me into a hug, her eyes glistening with tears, and whispered, "Thank you, Lina. Thank you for not ruining my life. The fire is over now, so never bring it up around Dad and Jacob again.

Then there was a pat on my back. I turned slightly to see Jett, with a big smile. Was it my birthday? Holy shit. *We don’t exactly have time to pay attention to such things,* Gage said, curling up in a ball. We have a massive pack, it’s literally always two or three people’s birthdays like every single day. With that, at least two dozen more filled in and then food was everywhere. *You can’t be a miserable bastard on our birthday,* Gage said, trying to get me to perk up.

" I know but I am sure that you will soon, I believe in you. " " Fine, I am glad to hear that. " " Hmmn, btw, why didn't Lucia go to school today? " " Well, it's a public holiday today so... " " Oh, I almost forgot that today is May 27, Children's day. " " Hmmn, and I guess you've probably forgotten that Tommy tomorrow birthday. " " What! Don't tell me that you'll be turning 30 tommorow?. " " Of course, I am not getting younger anymore. "

“Biggest festival in the county. You’ll be here just in time.” My birthday is on Halloween. Eighteen this year. A cliché, I know. The car slows in front of a white farmhouse with a wraparound porch and a yard full of marigolds. Warm light spills from the windows. A dog barks somewhere inside. My new home. My new family.

NAOMI "What celebration?!" I asked, facing Dylan. He frowned in return. "It's Hayden and Hazel's birthday today." He replied. My face was void of any emotions, but beneath I was dumbstruck. Do they celebrate Hazel's birthday?? But it's Nadia's death day!! Before I could say anything, Harold butted in by clearing his throat. "It's not like a grand party.. it's just like cutting a cake and wishing them with a gift.. that's it." Harold said.

I always keep it in the box, just so it doesn’t get dirty or crushed. I didn’t leave the office door open, just unlocked, so when someone turned the handle, I looked up from my computer. I was checking emails and seeing if we had any new work orders. Nope. I only had a few emails from the command, posting things about up coming base events to boost morale. There is a Labor Day BBQ, on Labor Day. Which just happens to be my birthday. Great. And it was mandatory. A mandatory fun day, ON MY BIRTHDAY. Not how I planned on celebrating. Not that I would be celebrating. The BBQ is in 2 weeks. Hard to believe I have only been here in Florida for a week now.

An overwhelming wave crashed over me, so heavy it made my knees feel weak. I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had celebrated my birthday. After my mom died, the day simply stopped existing. For the past seventeen years—since I turned seventeen—March 14th had been just another painful day filled with Donald’s debts, fear, and survival. No cake. No gifts. No one who cared enough to say the words “Happy Birthday.” My mom had been the only person who ever made the day special, and she had been gone for so long that I had forgotten what it even felt like to have a birthday.

His thoughts drifted back to the past. 'Back then, Hazel, Roxanne, and Anya had also celebrated my birthday and even prepared luxury gifts for me every year. But instead of feeling happy, I always felt depressed… even angry. Why? Because they celebrated it on April 28—the one date I could never forget, because that was actually Zeke's birthday.

After my parents had been killed, and birthdays at the orphanage were perfunctory affairs at best. I glanced at my watch. Almost midnight. The first day of the Winter Moon Festival would begin soon. My phone buzzed in my pocket. Emma's name flashed on the screen. "I'm going to be the first!" she exclaimed without greeting. I smiled despite myself. "First what?" "First to wish you happy birthday, obviously! It's one minute to midnight. Ha! Beat Ruby to it this year!" The rivalry between my two best friends always amused me. "You know you don't have to—"