Novel & Cerita Hair Cutting Stories

Even the most expensive dress won't make them see me as what I'm not, beauty won't either so this is the best chance to prove myself. I looked at the blade in my hand with a smile and brought it up to my shoulder, I puffed air into my cheeks and blew it out. My hands wavered as I placed the blade on the length of my hair, I was determined and at that moment nothing mattered. As the blade came in contact with my hair I cried and cutted it off, I gave myself a good haircut with the blade. My once long blonde hair is now short and unkept. I didn't mind causing the rush if emotions I felt were everything for me.

I want to maintain its length the way it was. “I’ll cut your hair now, M-Ma’am,” the hairstylist told me, her voice slightly shaking, as she held the scissors. I didn’t speak as she started cutting the long hair I’ve had for years. I even had a hard time as my mom’s lips curved into a smirk, as if she was delighted by the sight. I had to do my best so I could control my emotions, not letting her see how much I’m falling apart. As they cut my hair, it feels like they’re also cutting the remaining parts of my sanity.

I replied. They both looked at each other like this was an amusing game. I can already tell that even though they seem like mean fighting machines they are nothing but jokesters underneath it all. "I was going to cut my hair today, that's what we usually do so that people can tell us apart but, we have crazed elders on the loose so that got put on hold." One replied. A haircut? I could do that. I mean how hard could it be? "How do you usually cut it?" I asked. "I usually buzz cut the sides but leave the top a little longer to style it." He replied. Now that I look I can see that his hair is shorter than his brothers. "Okay, let's do it then." I replied smiling. His smile dropped from his fac

“Don’t cut your hair now.” “No, no, you don’t get it. You know I was never allowed to cut my hair? After chemo, I lost it all. Twice. It took five years to get it this long again. My mom wouldn’t let me cut it.” Determination lit her features. “But tonight I’m going to cut it all off.” Seeing how determined she was, Heath said, “How about you cut off a small piece? Just a little one. Then when you’re sober in the morning, you can go somewhere and get it cut.”

Claire leaned towards her son. Although muffled, the words that came from Mackenzie's mouth were understandable and startling once again. Kit snorted at my reaction and listened dutifully to the words of his tearful, snotty, and chattering Luna. "I cut my hair once, and it grew back." Mackenzie tilted her head to look at us. "I cut them down to my shoulders before taking a shower, and fifteen minutes later, they were as long as they are now." she sniffled at the end.

As I began to trim my lengthy hair, the lady behind me smiled kindly. Throughout the time she was cutting my hair with the scissors, a steady stream of tears streamed down my cheeks. As she cuts my hair, the lady uses a hair clipper. Arthur sat next to me and motioned for one of the workers to correctly barb his hair. My sobbing was uncontrollable, and before I knew it, the person holding the clipper raised it towards her hair as she chopped off her own hair. "Why!!" I exclaimed, but it was too late because all of the staff present started barbering their hair.

he said as I stared at him through the mirror as he effortlessly cut my hair. “And you chose cutting hair as a coping mechanism?” I asked as he stopped, looking up at me before continuing, “I had a lot of hair growing up so my father taught me to cut it, and when I did, I felt a sense of relief like I was cutting off my problems and struggles to grow into something more positive,” he said as I spaced out, “I never thought of it like that,” I said as he shrugged, “That’s just how I see it,” he said as I continued to space out.

I gushed. She flipped her weave, ever so sassy. "What can I say, life's amazing," she said with a huge smile. "You look great too! I still can't believe you cut your hair." I laughed and shook my head. "Thank you, I feel great too." My sister had made such a big deal when I sent her pictures of my short hair over a month ago. Honestly, it felt like a fresh start for me, and what made it worth it was that Silas cut my hair himself and he always volunteered to trim it whenever it grew out of order. It was one of the things that brought us closer.

“So, what’s so urgent and discreet that you had to kidnap me here?” She’s grinning even more now, counting her steps from the door as I watch her come in. She starts to twirl her hair around her fingers, making a very curious face as she pouts, “I tried cutting it many times, and each time I did, I broke the scissors, smashed the blades, and shattered the axes.” Wait- what? Axes too?! I give a weak laugh as I entertain her, “Each time I cut it successfully, it grew back thrice its former length. I gave up a long time ago since the children love to fuss about it, and my mate says I look ethereal.”

Just like myself, he clearly wasn't buying the story. “I was sleepy and dizzy. The scissors slipped,” “Why were you even trying to trim your hair?” Casey had a point. Why would she want to trim her hair? It's long and curly... And perfect on her! Her wanting to cut it made no sense. “I was only planning to cut the split ends,” “The split ends?” “You know, the___” “I know what split ends are Connie!” Casey was clearly trying his best not to lash out. “I'm just not buying your story! Don't you usually go to the spa for that?”