It's Been 84 Years Novels & Stories

The party inside was still going strong. Glasses clinked, laughter echoed, and music played softly under the glow of warm lights. Mr. Charles Hughston stood near the center, holding a glass of champagne as he stepped up for a brief speech. His wife, Mary May, stood proudly beside him. “Sixty years…” Charles began, smiling at the crowd. That’s six decades of life, lessons, love, and this stubborn body that still refuses to give out. Some say life begins at 40—but clearly, 60 is where all the fun is.”

Ashton chuckled. “I guess I did get my temper from her and her red hair. My great-grandpa calls her Cherry and you know he still has that piece of paper till this date.” "Wait, are they still alive?” “Yes, Granpapa is turning 98 this year and Grandmama is turning 96. They met when he was 20 and she was 18. Well, not met; they started dating then. They knew each other their entire lives, but they didn't like each other until that night.”

I asked, still refusing to look back at her. “Who says I want anything? It’s been seven years since we’ve seen each other, and I was only trying to say—” “Eight.” “What?” “It’s been eight years since we’ve seen each other and your uncle, my president, wanted it that way. In fact, so did your asshole brother, and as another point of fact, I’m not even supposed to be talking to you,” I yelled over the din as I continued to scan the Sanctuary for Cutter. “Jesus, Minus. Is that what this is all about? We were kids back then,” Cricket said, her airy laugh cutting through the masculine clatter of the room.

They never expected that he would participate in this. “What’s your answer?” “It’s October 15, 1950.” Since the start of the program, they could see that this was Estela’s 58th birthday. The balloons had 58 printed on it and the stage had October 15, 2008 written on it. If one would do a quick calculation, they would know that she was born in the year 1950. “Correct!! Please come to the front and claim your prize..” Blake stood up and went to the long table.

Wyatt intoned and looking really sad. “Huu! Just four years!” Maya sighed. “You know my age now right? So, add that four years you’re talking about to it. And, also remember that we women use to hit menopause” “Wyatt, if it’s your sister who is currently at this my age, can you advise her to wait for four years while ten years has gone already?” Maya asked and stared at Wyatt with serious look. “Since, you have been unable to do anything to that, let’s get off it. I can’t wait and even I have moved on” Maya added and wanted to walk pass Wyatt.

"You're actually being serious right now." I took another mouthful of my tequila and heaved out a sigh. Brad Rogers was the only person I could trust with this. Not only had he been my chattered adviser for over six years, but he'd also been my best man and confidant. He was a lovable prick, and quite frankly the only person who found my arrogance humorous. So telling my only friend I was about to become a father seemed like news that was best told in person. Over tequila. "Never been more serious."

“She is good. The doctor said, she would only be there for a few days for monitoring” “That's good news, I guess. She must be very strong” I nodded with a smile, “Very. With everything she has been through, she still found a way to grieve my dad” Carter looked at me, “Oh, I'm so sorry” “It's okay. I don't care about him. Really. He died eight years ago, yesterday” “Like yesterday made it an eight-year remembrance?” he asked. “Yes” “Same as Catilyn. My sister”

Marie’s brain completely broke, and now she was totally confused. Angela hopped out of the crowd, placed a red cone on her head, and snapped the strap around her chin. “What’s going on?” Marie asked. “Well, it's our four hundred and tenth birthday, duh,” Valerie said, walking forward. “Wait, we were keeping count?” Marie asked. "No, we weren't, but Angela was able to calculate it a few days ago. And we just had to throw our first birthday party in four hundred and ten years,” Valerie replied.

Good. No signature. Elma reads it. Folds it. Burns it in the sink. Watches the ash. Willa: “Reply?” Elma: “We already did. For 36 years.” *5. 12:00pm. Marian’s* Marian is 81. Sits in the chair. Willa made rice soup. Same recipe. Marian: “He’d be 83 now.” Elma: “He’d be proud of 14,600.”

With their gorgeous and young-looking faces, they're saying that they're older than her and even older than her aunt! “M****a!” she cursed, she thought she might have eternal youth in this place. Only to find out from a book left by the scholars of Rendor which she read later on, that they only have 88 days in a year. This means they age four times faster, but only in number. She knew she can't tell them her actual age from the earth, ‘How many years has it been? I should be in my late or mid-twenties now, so...’