Barber Novels & Stories

he said, as stiff as a rock. His hair stylist, who was a short woman with red hair pulled into a messy bun smiled and nodded, lowering his seat to be able to reach his head comfortably. "You seem very stiff." She said with a soft smile. "Don't worry i'll take care of you well." Nathan cleared his throat, nodding as she towel dried his damp hair. He looked at his reflection as she pinned his hair and got out a shaver, changing the guard and plugging it, then hearing the horrifying buzzing sound.

My guards looked suprised at the fact that I was laughing wholeheartedly . " What's your favorite color ? I asked and he turned to me . " Black " he said with a smirk and I laughed . " He's really a Deluca " I said to myself . We did a lot of shopping and I took to get an hair cut and he said he wanted my style of hair cut . I looked at him with a smile. " I don't think your mom would appreciate that " i said and he pouted . " Please ... preety please" he said and I looked at the barber .

He pulls the car in front of a barbershop, “I’ll get some clean cut. You can come with me or walk around. Just keep your line open.” “I will keep my line open” and watched him walk inside the shop. I look around and saw a small salon, maybe I should wait on him while having a good manicure. I keep on looking at the clock that was hanging in front of the counter; 4:45 pm was the shaving took that long? “Do you want to have some blow dry Madame?” from a gay man in front of me with pink red eyeshadow and a hot pink lipstick. I look into my phone and smile back.

“Ride safe.” “Thanks.” I put the cash through the slot and smile. “You have a good day.” I put my helmet on to conceal my identity and pump the gas, then take off as quickly as I can. A few shopping centers away, I find a barbershop next to a deli that looks a little run down, but it will do the trick. “What can we do for you today?” The barber flicks the cape as he drapes it over me. “Short, please. No more blonde for me.”

I've been living in the industry area without leaving for a break or a weekend, The world is horrible! I looked out the taxi window and brought a hand out a little to enjoy the breeze as I took a good look at the places I saw months ago. After much ride we arrived at a barber salon. Olivia dragged me again pushing me forward as we got in. Seated on the barber seat, Olivia chose a hairstyle while I sat there staring at myself in the mirror. Honestly I've forgotten what I look like. The barber did a good job as the hair came out really nice, my beards shaved off. I look a little younger again..

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

Johnny bravo sneers, His nostrils flaring in anger. “You think you are?” I shoot back “He’s got a mouth on him.” the one with the bad haircut nods his head in my direction. “ I know he talks back a lot” I turn my attention to him “and I think you’ve got a bad haircut and need a refund from your barber. Maybe new friends too” The whole table goes quiet. Well I guess I’m not that funny. “Shut your mouth.” He snaps. Clenching his jaw so hard, causing a vein to pop out on his forehead. His haircut looks even worse now.

"The barbershop." Hearing this, Kirsten hurriedly followed. There was a barbershop near the hospital. As soon as Eileen came in, the barber greeted her enthusiastically, "Would you like to dye or perm your hair?" Eileen said evenly, "Cut it." "You have beautiful long hair. Why do you want to cut it? You can dye it brown and have a perm. It will be great!" the barber tried hard to sell his service. "Thank you, but I don't need it. Just shave it."

This side of town was notorious for its high crime rate and a hovel for rogue wolves. Opposite me was a broken down floral shop, the letters inscripted on its glass windows fading. Two doors down, a group of boys were gathered in a circle, trading something I couldn't see. I looked up and saw a sign, swinging on its hinges, declaring that the building behind me was "Hugo's Unisex Barbershop." "Hey!" A raspy voice called, and I gave a large start and turned around. An elderly man was walking towards me, his brows furrowed in annoyance.

Next to them is a unisex salon. I can see two barbers giving haircuts to their clients and next to turn are two girls working on their clients as well. The place is calm but... The fact that I can't find any white here is making me feel weird. This must be a black only community. Jay Jay moved, claiming my attention. He is saying things while reaching for my face with his tiny hands. I smiled at him, moving my hands under his armpits and standing him on my lap. He grinned as I rocked him up and down, making him giggle.