Blonde Streaks Novels & Stories

The only prominent feature that set us apart was our hair. Hers was strawberry blonde, falling out into smooth waves and stopping at her waist. Mine was short and straight, stopping a little beyond my shoulders, the color being a soft blend of ginger brown. But still, how could we look so alike? “What….” I trail off, my lips parting in awe. “Who is this?”

I smiled, about to respond, when she gasped. "Mommy, you have a star hair!" She pointed at my head. I frowned. "A star hair?" "Kelly says that's what her grandma called them." I reached up and pulled my hair around to look. A stray strand of hair caught my eye. It was a single strand of bright white, almost silver, in my dark hair. I shifted my hair around and found more than one. Grey. My hair was going grey.

Would I want it? My hair was half up, half down, with the curled strands framing my face. My black streaks were a stark contrast to my strawberry blond hair and olive complexion, but the dress accented my eyes, giving them an ethereal glow. A little charcoal eye shadow and clear lip gloss and I have to say, I agree with Petra. I looked like a Queen.

Her hands moved skillfully, weaving my hair into a Dutch braid as we talked "Your hair's been through a lot," Lilith teased, laughing softly. I mirrored her laugh "It has, I had bangs and a bob cut" "Oh, God, the dreaded bob" she said, shaking her head "Never again, Thalia" Lilith had always been radiant, her blonde hair still thick and literally glowing, untouched by the passing of time. Mine, on the other hand, was stubborn, caught somewhere between brown and black, straight and curly, forever defying definition and sometimes gravity.

He applied the burnt blonde gently at first, but Sky’s hand suddenly came up and held Azxel’s jaw, thumb stroking it. “Rougher,” Sky murmured, still smiling. “If it doesn’t hurt, it won’t look good, we need it rougher.” Azxel obeyed immediately, sliding his fingers through the strand with firmer pressure, rubbing the bleach in until Sky exhaled quietly, not in pain, just acknowledging the sensation. Then Azxel added the pink streak Sky mentioned earlier, he added a thin, layer at the front edge of the blonde, just enough to stand out but not overwhelm it.

"What?" My hand flew to my hair, finding the distinctive streak that had marked me from birth. The same streak that had faded to almost nothing after I'd lost my moonsinging ability. I pulled a strand forward to see it, rich, silver against my otherwise brown hair, now shot through with what looked like threads of silver. She gently turned my face toward the dying light of the sun. "The brown streak in your hair. It has reappeared. And it's… shining." "What does it mean, Nanny?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "What's happening to me?"

She was standing outside my bedroom door, with a pie in her hand, and her mouth on the floor. "Mom, relax. I just bleached them a little," She stepped closer and began assessing my hair more carefully. "You had beautiful brown hair and now it's all... white. Like old people white," "It's called platinum blonde," "What did you do that for?" "Well, tomorrow's the first day back to school. I just feel like it's time for a little change..." My whole high school career had been somewhat... bland. Zero love life, no dramas, and no fights. That sounded peaceful, yes, but also very boring.

She doesn’t look strong at all, she is scrawny, and her limbs are out of proportion to the rest of her body, it gives her a gawky look. She has blonde hair, but it's more of a burnished gold colour. It's been plaited and wound in a bun at the back of her head, an unusual style, but it suits her. Her fringe is long and styled to stay out of her face, but otherwise moves freely, giving her a wind-swept, wild look.

She closed her eyes, breathing steadily, relaxed. She was so thin. It hurt to see her like this. I didn’t want to make quick work of it, knowing this was how she was rewarded but my throat was having a tough time swallowing. Finally, once I had finished washing her, I took out the bottles of dye remover. It wasn’t bleach but she said it might not work as well on hair that was really light with a really dark color. I was into bottle three when I could actually see streaks of her old color. Auri was patient, arms wrapped around her knees in the warm water as I scrubbed through the color in her hair.

I watched him through the window, walking away like he hadn't just said the weirdest sh*t I'd heard all week. And I'd heard a lot of weird sh*t. The gold in my hair. I'd been dyeing it brown since I was twelve because the gold streaks made me stand out, made me a target. Kids asked questions, teachers asked questions and I didn't have answers that made sense. I pulled out my phone, opened the camera, and looked at my reflection. I dyed it three days ago but the gold was already coming back. “Helps people recognize what you are.”