Mr O Hair Novels & Stories

“Like, completely bald? Or are we talking a buzz cut?” “Bald,” Ryan repeats. “All of it. Gone.” The barber, a wiry man with salt-and-pepper hair named Joe, sets down his clipper and crosses his arms. “You got some sort of condition I need to know about? Cancer? Alopecia?” “No,” Ryan says. “I’m fine. I don’t need a pity session. Just shave my head.” Joe hesitates, then shrugs. “It’s your hair, man. But you’ve got great hair. Thick. Full. You sure you wanna waste it?”

And they had better hair back then, which was something Ruthie couldn't resist pointing out. "Wow," she gushed. "Hair really does change their look." Mom's blonde hair hung past her shoulders and Dad's light brown hair sported some serious waves. His thick sideburns looked so funny they made my lips twitch. I tapped on another man with layered blonde hair and a beard. "This is Uncle Ira. He owns the rec center where I worked, remember?"

he asked sarcastically. I carefully looked at his hair, which was very different. He had quite a unique haircut that was styled into a high ponytail that extended down his back. The sides of his head were shaved, with a sharp, defined line running parallel to the shaved area, giving a clean, edgy contrast to the longer hair on top.

she said sincerely, her appreciation evident in her eyes. Ruan, with his signature sass, responded, "I know," with a playful flip of his imaginary hair off his shoulders, a gesture that suited his stylish boy cut haircut, accentuating his facial features and adding a certain allure to his appearance. "About your current job, are you planning to go in tomorrow?" he inquired.

“Help me figure out what to do with this hair. “A hairstyle that would win me Professor Mclain’s friendship and Aaron West’s heart.” She sighs, crossing her eyes in exasperation. “Oh boy, I think we’re about to get in trouble.” “Oh this is revenge baby and it is not pretty.” I shove my lips into a conceited smile an exuberant smile. “So have you figured how you’re going to tell mom?” Rosy asks, and immediately my head suspends with worry.

The first thing I saw was the hair. One thing Morgan always did was make sure I hated my black hair as much as possible. Everyone loved Morgan for many reasons, but one that stood out was her hair. It was a bob, but it was, according to them, the perfect shade of blonde. One time, we were at a launch party for dad, and a woman remarked;

He would definitely be annoyed, and I'll die a dishonorable death. "Are you really sure about this?" he inquired as our gazes met in the mirror in front of us. "Yes, sir, I'm sure," I replied. It was my decision. I couldn't help but imagine how different I would look once my hair was gone. "Okay… I can assure you that you've just chosen the perfect style for yourself. Shaving off all your hair would fit you perfectly, Mrs Ryan." I knew he was speaking in sarcasm, but I still remained calm and quiet because it was my decision.

I held my breath. “You parents are still together, am I right?” He asked. “Their bond grows stronger everyday.” I swallowed. He nodded and ran his hand through his hair. He had thick black hair that looked overgrown and needed immediate attention. His hair always looked overgrown even after he just got a haircut. “Claire Wordsworth, will you be my wife?”

She noticed the drops of sweat on his smart forehead. No more hair glue, his hair was back to normal, parted in the middle and floating like a wave, like a cloud. - Thank you, Mr. Thang Vu. - She smiled and looked him straight in the eyes.

“Just like the destitute soul of man. It had atmosphere, if a bit gloomy.” Mo hid a smirk behind his glass but ended up choking on his water in laughter. “Mo!” dad exclaimed. “He's fine, dad.” Dad watched Mo with concern, waiting until his coughs abated. “Good,” he said, tying back his red-gold hair to eat. “Dad, why do you grow your hair out?” I asked. “Isn't that a bit too sixties?” “I like it, your mother likes it, and I wasn't even alive back then.”