My Birthday Party - Original Writing

Seven years earlier, I migrated to Hawaii when I was twenty-three. I had flown away from my mother and my life in the Philippines. Like young adults and being rebellious, I wanted to live on my own away from my mother 's roof. I left the city life I grew up with in the Philippines in hope of a better life in another country.

“Well, that’s the secret. I was worried about telling you, so I’ve been trying to avoid you for the longest time. But, I guess the cat is out of the bag now,” I said.

“I guess you’re right,” he said, dumbfounded. “But you have to promise, that if I tell you anything about me, you will never breathe a word of it to anyone.”

“After supper, I’ll bring her a free birthday cake with unique candles. How does that sound?”

It’s May 11, 3029. There’s 2 days until my birthday and I’ve been planning my party for months. I moved to Hawaii a few years ago, so I’m having a beach party! I’m so excited! My mom called me downstairs, “ Hey Malooloo! Come down and pick out a kid!” I couldn’t decide between a surfboard cake or a lei made of cupcakes, so I called my friends Jojo and Lola over to help me decide. As soon as they walked in, they plopped down on the floor to pet my alien dog, Stitch. “ Hello there Mr. Stitchypoo.” giggles Jojo. Stitch is all blue with wide eyes and purple floppy ears. I adopted him last month after his spaceship from planet Stefano crashed into the library. Lola and Jojo ended up spending the night so we could go shopping the next morning.

"I can do this." Mabel repeated to herself in a low voice, slightly shaking on her bed. "You can do this, Mabel. You're twelve. Almost a teenager. It's time to live!"

Imagine spending weeks or multiple months planning the right thing to give to your significant other on their birthday. However, when you present them with your gif. You receive malicious comments rather than gratuity from him or her. This leaves you heartbroken and maybe even angry. Katharine Brush writes in her short story, “Birthday Party” about a birthday party gone awry. She explains the events of the evening and even sympathizes with the woman.

Throughout the short story, The Birthday, the writer, Samantha Ashenhurst uses the writing tool: Get the name of the dog. To begin with, Samantha begins the story with a descriptive introduction, which gives the reader the ability to visualize the current circumstance’s atmosphere. For instance, the author mentions the specific kind of drink and pizza, the color of the blinds, the exact number of times she pukes, and takes medicine, etc. She describes the background’s setting in details as well. In my opinion, Samantha’s very specific, which portrays how honest she is. This also leads to building the writer’s own distinct voice. Thus, this effectively initiates a connection with the reader psychologically.

In “Birthday Party”, by Katherine Brush, a married couple is depicted as having a pleasant night out for the husbands birthday, but the short story is turned around when the husband is unaware of his wife’s love. Brush builds the story through portraying the wife as the one who cares more about their relationship rather than the husband. The woman’s caring and expressive gesture for her husband's birthday was ruined with his unpleasant scold. After the cake was served and the commotion settled down the man whispered “some punishing thing” to his wife, which caused her to weep “heartbrokenly and hopelessly.” The “punishing” words display the harshness that the husband holds towards his wife, is enough to make her cry “hopelessly.” How the

“No, honey. We just waned to tell you at the right time. Please calm down. If you want to know anything about them just ask, okay? We are here for you.”

“After supper, I’ll bring her a free birthday cake with unique candles. How does that sound?”

‘All young women and young men are invited to Lucas’s birthday party at the community center this saturday from 5 to 10pm.’ As I hear the invitation I look at my best friend Kamale put her thick, black, curly, hawaiian hair out of her face into a high ponytail. We both text our mothers asking if we can go to this party. At the end of our young women’s class we meet up to talk.  “Are you going to the party?” I ask, she nods in agreement and we both do our happy dance that we created in Sunday School.

Harold Pinter’s The Birthday Party is a play which sheds light on the pathology of abjection and violence both physical and verbal and its effect on its victim - Stanley- the protagonist of the play. Stanley is an artist who has isolated himself from a totalitarian state or organization for reasons left undisclosed in the play by Pinter. Since Pinter as a Jew grew up during the time of the Holocaust and the Second World War, Stanley seems to represent the author’s existential anxiety. It can be assumed that the fear of the materiality and fragility of identity and existence caused by totalitarian states and social pathologies like War, Holocaust, poverty, racial discrimination or any human rights abuse causes Stanley to become paranoid and

“APPLES GET DOWN HERE LET’S GO!” Lollipop screamed from the ground, I quickly ran down the branches of my tree to meet her. Lollipop had led me to a place, but I didn't know where because she said it was a surprise for me, and by the way today… I turned 16! It’s cool, I know. I’m sort of exhausted from helping all these people though, but hopefully today will make up for it. The worst part of my day was that my own boyfriend forgot my birthday. A few hours later we were still

“Well just tell them before someone else does. If you don’t choose who you tell correctly, it’ll come back to bite you.”