Hair Cutting Stories Novels & Stories

He pulled my hair again as I tried prying his hand away from my hair but he slapped my hand away and pulled on the strand of my hair tightly hurting me and making my head bend ,then it stopped hurting and I raised my head to seeing him smirking while holding a big lock of my hair and a scissors. I widened my mouth, unable to speak,that was not just a small strand of my hair, it was a lot of my hair. I touched the part he cut off,it felt as if I had a hole in my hair . I knew I was exaggerating but I felt tears in the corner of my eyes. I know I didn't like taking care of my hair that much because it was so messy and long, past my shoulder length and taking care of my curly hair had always be

“I too have had my bad moments. A period when I struggled and suffered.” He gave me a dry look. “You're not serious are you?” I looked at him straight in the eye. “Oh, I'm dead serious.” I took a deep breath, bracing myself for my great reveal. “It all started when I was still a child,” I paused for dramatic effect. “My parents had ganged up on me and decided to give me a bowl cut.” Kane blinked. “What?” I nodded solemnly. “A bowl cut, Kane. Straight across with no layers. They didn't even consider my dignity. Making me look like mini Lord Farquuad from Shrek.”

It was around 2 in the morning when I found myself standing in front of the bathroom mirror, scissors in hand and a few strands of hair on my feet, there was no turning back. "What are you trying to do? You're going to get hurt." - When Emma came in I don't know, but she held the scissors and took them out of my hand. "I thought: if my life has changed, my personality has to change too." "And you think cutting your hair will do that? Your personality will change?" - And isn't it obvious? "Of course, all my problems are in my hair, and if I cut my hair, my problems will disappear, or at least they will pretend to disappear."

Janiya remembers 3 years ago, when she broke up with her ex-boyfriend and how her hair fell out from stress. That’s when she decided to do the big cut, removing all the permed hair to go natural. Cutting her hair so close to her scalp took real courage. Reaching this length required trial, error, and care. It’s all hers, and it has taken effort to keep it healthy and beautiful. When someone showed disdain for the crown growing from her scalp, Janiya felt devastated. She left the kitchen, went to her room, and cried. Once Zane had his grandfather cleaned up and dressed. His grandmother went back to the kitchen, wondering why breakfast wasn’t being cooked. Then, when fifteen minutes had passed

Hope this place has a gym. I grabbed a razor, a can of shaving cream and scizors from underneath the counter. It was about dam I got myself a proper hair cut. I began by gently snipping off my excess hair, the satisfying sound of the metal cutting into the strands making me smile with nostalgia at the memory of my mother; she's the one who'd cut my hair, once upon a time. And despite the many years between then and now, the souvenir was still fresh. I was never fond of neat, sharp cuts so I always liked to snip the strands until theu were at the desired length without any real technique. I wasn't the kind who could easily grow a beard, but I nonetheless glided the razor over my cheeks and sk

I have never felt more relaxed than right now. As I can hear the scissors cut inches off my hair. All I can do is smile. It's almost like I'm cutting my past away from me and getting prepared for my future. Hoping that just maybe for once in my life that I will feel beautiful.

It always seems new to her, everything about him is fascinating and it always hook her up. "And the reason why I asked you to pack our bags is because I got a call from the office but we are leaving tomorrow afternoon. I can take you shopping in the evening" He explained playing with her hair. There is always something about the hair that makes him play with it all the time, especially the curly end. She has always told him she got it from her mother, even though he only heard about the old lady. "Cuddle in, smooch in" she hurriedly fell into his embrace as he finished talking. "I don't want to lie but Mami, you are heavy" He joked.

I swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and lifted the scissors. With one snip, the first lock fell. Then another. And another. Each cut was like shedding a layer of who I used to be. When I was done, I dropped the scissors onto the table and stared at my reflection. Short, uneven strands framed my face now. But I could breathe. The secret was safer this way. No more hesitations or more risks. No wonder mother hated the idea of leaving my long hair the way it was. She knew it was even more difficult that way.

Chris helped me with cutting my hair short and into a pixie style. That is what she called it. I don’t really care. They are free and light now. I just need to keep them clean this time and brush them everyday. Well, when they start to grow out again. I head out after letting my cell phone disappear to the same place my knives do. I will hear it even when no one else does. Perks of having this power, I think. What did that guy call it, Magic?

But I understood her pain. “So you decided to cut your hair,” I said softly. Thea nodded miserably. “Am I in trouble?” “No, sweetheart,” I said immediately, gathering her into a hug despite the pain in my burned hands. “You’re not in trouble. Almost every kid tries to cut their own hair at some point.” I pulled back to look at her. “Even me.” Her eyes widened. “You cut your hair?” “Oh yeah. Big time.” I stood, retrieving the scissors from the floor. “Here, let me see what I can do to fix this, and I’ll tell you all about my hair disaster.”