Edgar Haircut Drawing Novels & Stories

“Draw me.” Goldie looks at Darryl and takes the pencil. He moves the tip of the pencil on the paper and begins to scribble a couple of circles and lines. Darryl watches him with intent, The drawing highlighted some of his facial features more than the others, almost like in a cartoonish style. “Good,” Darryl nods at him, “Now, draw what they did to you in Bilibid. Did they torture you? Blackmail? Kidnapped? ”

“Bingo!” “That's the one?” Eddy asks, looking at it doubtfully. “How is all your hair gonna fit up under that thing?” “With this.” She rifles around for a second before she pulls out a wig cap that looks more like a pair of stockings that are in a bowl shape. He gives it a dubious look and then looks at her to say one simple word. “How?”

The scissors slid through my hair with a dry, precise, almost surgical sound. Edda, who had revealed herself to be a surprisingly skilled hairstylist, worked in silence, her eyes fixed on the strands that fell to the bathroom floor like dark shadows. “Are you sure?” she asked for the second time. “It’s a drastic cut.” “I am.” “It will take years to grow back.” “If I want, I’ll let it grow. Right now, I need to disappear. And long hair draws attention.”

He sat. He looked at the star Liam had drawn at the top of the fresh page. He looked at her. He picked up the crayon. He looked at the page. He began to draw. She watched him. He drew slowly. He drew nine figures first. The same nine. All of them. Then he drew a tenth. Small. In the space below the seventh. He gave it curly hair because Ada's curls deserved to be there from the beginning. He looked at the name in the seventh figure's space.

I wasn’t a legend on their screens. It was in one of those corridors that a little boy tugged on my sleeve. He couldn’t have been more than seven. His cheeks were smudged with dirt, his clothes too thin for the draft that seeped through the walls. He held up a folded piece of paper. “I drew this for you,” he said shyly. I opened it and froze. The sketch was crude but unmistakable, me, standing tall, but with wolf ears atop my head and eyes colored in with a furious red. Around me, lines of light radiated. The boy looked proud.

Such a childish and girly tantrum. I covered my face. This was truly embarrassing. It was a good thing that I am the only person seeing this. I could not let Lucas know that I have such a habit before! This would be my secret until the day I die! "Mom, look here! I draw myself and mom!" My mother and I looked at the drawing book. There were two stick figures on the paper. The taller stick has long hair and a big smile with very long lashes that expand longer than the ears. While the shorter stick has twig tails and a small smile.

“Please, go ahead. You’ll have to forgive us. We’re all a little…jumpy today.” “It’s okay, I understand,” he says, giving me a broad smile and lighting his cigarette. As he concentrates on his lighter, I take him in. He’s tall, for a Beta, almost Victor’s height, with wavy black hair and swarthy skin. His nose is a little too large, but it suits his broad, well-intentioned face. I smile back at him. “What’s your name?” “Edgar,” he says, tossing me a salute. “Beta Edgar, at you service.”

He nods at me as if we just talked with our minds. I close my gap with Edgar. As I come close, his eyes widens. He may or may not see it coming, but either way, he has no choice but to accept his fate-- his fate that I planned for him. I and Clemento stand side by side. I pulled out the sword behind me while Clemento picked up another seord from the table. We raised both our swords and slashed it on Edgar's neck at the same time. "NNOOOO--" Slowly, Edgar's head slides down from his neck as it was tear off from his body. His head rolled down our feet while his body was left chained on its place.

the one in the middle with blond noodle hair stood up with a wide grin on her face, “how are you? I didn’t expect to meet you here so early in the morning.” Mariana was absolutely delighted. She had especially woken up at six in the morning hoping she would meet him after his run. Her plan was successful. He must have walked in when she wasn’t paying attention. She couldn’t believe he had headed to her on his own to talk to her. Then again, she is the prettiest girl in the entire pack, it was a pleasant surprise. “My name is Edgar.” Edge said in an icy tone that would have frozen her to death, “Alpha Edgar. Don’t EVER call me that again. Understood?” he raked his gaze over all three of them,

I know, it's not always easy for a new student who just moved from another country. He is drawing something. "Hey, Edwin." I take a seat beside him. "You wanna see my drawing?" He covers the page with his thumb. "No. But show me if you want." I reply. He uncovers the page, straightening the sketch book. Jesus Christ. He drew Emilia and Jake. His eyes are opened and her eyes are closed. Why? They are kissing. "It looks__real. You draw well, boy." Edwin smiles, looking a bit shy. "Thanks."