Fall Birthdays Novels & Stories

"Frankie, go home. Even if Evie never existed, we still wouldn't have worked. All these years, the only person you've ever loved is yourself. You enjoyed my devotion and the help I gave you. "Even now, you're only standing here because I left you, and you're not used to my sudden absence. It's not that hard to admit you never loved me that much." With every sentence I spoke, Frankie's expression grew darker. Finally, his hand went limp. The balloons he was holding floated up into the sky, drawing gasps from the crowd. I pointed at the balloons that were drifting away. My name was printed on each one of them. "See? Just like those balloons, once you let go, you can never get them back."

Black streamers hung on the walls. A massive three-tiered cake sat in the center of the coffee table. Black and gold. Elegant and beautiful. And stretched across the room above everything was a huge banner. Bold letters impossible to miss. "HAPPY THIRTY-TWO YEARS BIRTHDAY HUBBY" Grayson just stood there. He could not move. Or process what he was seeing. He had completely forgotten it was November 23rd. His birthday. With everything happening, the date had been the absolute last thing on his mind.

"Unless, of course, one of you guys was planning on dating him?" Her friends immediately relaxed. "Nah, I'm good," Lucy grinned. "I haven't found Mr. Right yet, but I have high hopes for next Halloween." "Halloween?" Charlotte snorted at their gothic friend. "Don't you mean valentines day?" "Nope," Lucy inhaled with a wistful smile playing over her lips. "Halloween is the most romantic day of the year for us gothic people. We bond over gore and blood." Scarlett laughed. "Gross!"

I muttered, adjusting the crooked paper crown on the cupcake stand. Rain flopped onto the couch beside me, arms full of glittery streamers. “Okay, technically, they turned three during the great forest fire incident slash shadow beast thing, so we get like a fifty percent parenting pass.” “That’s not a real thing.” “It should be. Emergency-induced birthday amnesty.” I gave him a look. “We didn’t even get them a cake, Rain.” He winced. “Yeah, that part still stings. I did offer them emergency granola bars.”

Carson came in with a half-eaten turkey leg, he took a huge bite and then he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, like the slob he was. "Don't you dare try to butter me up. Carson, you have to cancel the party, I don't want it." "Look Luna, hear me out..." "No Carson. My birthday only reminds me of my father." After my Dad died, my birthday was just a reminder of his death, sad and miserable, so I stopped celebrating it. "I did not know that Lun-Lun, I was just excited and proud to share the same birthday with my Luna." "What? Your birthday is on October 31st?"

I sorted for balance. “Where do you want to go for your birthday?” Okay, this is surprising. “Why? You want to cut the cake with me?” I flopped despite the joy I felt for his taking note of my birthday. “Can’t I?” “If only you wouldn’t be celebrating Rose Waldeen. Can you afford to miss it?” Rose Waldeen, the Tiktok drama-doll, shares the same birth date as me. And to add, it is her 15th birthday, the year all female teenagers go berserk for. I doubt Lucky Rogers would ditch that for my birthday.

The event I don't want to go to. "Ma'am, Mr. Russo is waiting for you downstairs." My birthday has never been much of a big deal, seeing as I didn’t have much to throw a fancy party for myself. At the orphanage, birthdays are celebrated once a year for all the kids, on Christmas. So my birthday was always celebrated on December 25th rather than January 24th. It wasn't much of an event, but just a cake big enough to give everyone a bite and some drinks. Either way, we were all still excited.

My colleagues at work were all here, including Adam's. "We're here to celebrate your pre-birthday because some of us won't be around for your birthday due to the holidays" Martha the cook at Burger Zone piped up. Our birthday is on December 27th and this year's pre-birthday is just a day before because our birthday falls on a Saturday this year. "How did you guys get in here anyways?" I asked again. I felt like my face was going to split in two from how hard I was grinning. Everyone pointed at Tyler. I turned to the culprit beside me questioningly.

He felt a pang of sadness, too, but he refused to let it overshadow the immense happiness brought by Freya and Alrix. “You always wanted to celebrate birthdays in autumn and winter.” Raven smiled softly. “Haze, that was just me being playful. If I want an autumn celebration, I can ask Sophie to share her September birthday with us. As for winter, maybe Jasper, since his birthday is in early January. See? Now we have all four seasons covered.” Gia’s tears had begun to fall, but a small smile formed on her lips. “I hope Jasper doesn’t mind us throwing a party for him,” she said softly.

I clap back. "You're just offended." He says. "Are you guessing my birthday or not?" He laughs. "Okay, fine. Uhm...December 3rd?" I shook my head. "I'm going to make this easy for you. It's the last day of the entire year." "December 31st?" He asks with wide eyes and I nod with a grin. "That's both so cool and miserable." I frown. "How so?" "It's always a double celebration. It's two in one, your birthday and new year's party. You've never celebrated only your birthday."