Blonde Streaks Novels & Stories

Eric paused and raked a hand through his crazy hair. For some inexplicable reason she wanted to run her fingers through it too. Like a work of art, Eric Stick’s hair demanded attention. It was long on one side—something to hold on to. The other half was sheared off short. She imagined it would feel soft and silky beneath her fingertips. A row of inch-long spikes ran from forehead to nape, separating long locks from short fuzz. It was shiny and ebony except for the long lock that curled around his throat and hung down to his left collarbone. By some strange coincidence it was dyed the same blue she’d chosen to dye hers—for the sole purpose of ticking off her mother—not a week ago.

I spun toward the small dressing mirror by the wall. What I saw made my knees weaken. “What?” The word fell from my lips like a whisper. There it was. Clear as daylight. Green. My hair. My precious blue hair, the color I had known since birth, was streaked with sparkling green. Thin at first, then deeper as it spread through the strands like wildfire. The glow of it shimmered faintly under the light, unnatural, alive. “No, no, no…” My fingers clawed at it as if rubbing hard could wipe the color away. But it stayed, brighter with every touch.

Kandy “I hate it.” I stared at myself in the mirror like I was looking at a stranger wearing my skin. The blonde was gone. Months of expensive bleach, curling irons, extensions, and upkeep had vanished beneath sleek black hair that fell smooth and straight past my shoulders. Thick bangs framed my eyes now while two deep crimson pieces cut through the dark near the front like streaks of blood. Cassandra stood behind me with a flat iron in one hand and absolutely no sympathy on her face.

Letisha Heast Carter My eyes fixated on him with an unwavering gaze, captivated by the peculiar blend of features that unfolded before me. His raven-hued locks shimmered like obsidian beneath the gentle embrace of the ambient light. But it was the audacious contrast of his eyebrows, resplendently dyed in a daring shade of blonde, that truly caught my attention, defying the conventions of conventional aesthetics. Intrigued, I couldn't help but ponder the enigmatic essence that emanated from his unique appearance.

what a joke, this was the fifth school this year, and she felt a little guilty at the fact that mom and dad had actually had to move this time, halfway across the country because Lisa had run out of schools willing to take a risk on her in Texas. A quick shower later, and she had grabbed the brush to attack her hair with. It was a daily battle with her long curls, and she cursed at her mongrel hair, a strange combination of midnight black locks with blue streaks, all-natural, that had a weird white shimmer to it in the dark.

3 days later…… My body is finally adjusted and I can get out of bed without falling down from pain. I head downstairs where everyone is eating breakfast, and they all stop eating to stare at me. “What?” I say. “Am I not allowed to eat with everyone anymore?” Matt rushes over to me to tell me in my ear, that my hair has changed again. My hair is now a midnight blue, with purple, black and red streaks in it, and it almost looks like an ombre color with pink ends. It also now reaches halfway down my back.

He said grabbing on air as she continued her way to her destination. “ That line is old and corny and can you please don't say it when I'm trying to relieve my bladder? It doesn't mix with the mood you know?” She said banging the door of the bathroom behind her back. After doing her business and wiping up, she stared at herself in the mirror and was shocked to see more strands of her hair already turned Raven black instead of the normal Auburn color there were two streaks of grey not so visible when she ran her hands through the center. To conceal the new color, she found a hair tie and threw her hair into a messy ponytail.

I sink in with a soft groan, letting my sore muscles relax. After a good soak and scrub, I quickly dry off and work a brush through my wet hair. My hair is… wild—a massive wavy multi-color mess. Red, blonde, brown, black, even golden strains blended to cascade down to the middle of my back and 100% my natural hair. It reminds me of the autumn season when the leaves change from their summer brilliance to their cozy fall colors. I run my fingers through them with some hair product and let it dry naturally.

He flipped through pins of different ombre hair styles. "Why not pink and blue like that one?" Rayan pointed on the screen. "Yeah, but I did pink like, two dye jobs ago," Mick complained as he continued scrolling. "What about something like this with the blue and orange?" Rayan had pulled his own phone out to search for ideas. "If you got the orange close to your scalp, it won't be as noticeable when your roots start to show."

The streak was longer and brighter and seemed to be spreading. "The transformation is accelerating". I whispered, running my fingers through the streak, feeling how the white it was. My hair was changing again. It went from black to silver to black again and now, white streaked? It was as though the hair belonged to someone else. A stranger maybe, not me. I swallowed hard. Although to be honest, I had expected this in theory. My power was growing, shifting, and evolving but at the same time, it seemed like it was faltering which was confusing.