Short Hair Cutting Stories Novels & Stories

I stopped for a moment then, "They started their usual routine abusing me to their fullest and not only abused but they even cut off my hair ,at that time I had this long hair but they cut it all off ,my head was like bald ,I really can't imagine my hair being cut off like that ever again.."I stated and a lonesome tear rolled down but then I quickly wiped it off and I lift up my head and gave him a forceful smile but he seemed to noticed that it was not genuine so he just rubbed my hand with his thumb.

it would have been better if he showed me this side of him earlier than I would have given him a cute name but he cut his hair "So why did you cut your hair...I mean it was so rich and full and thick and smelled nice" I blurted out, forgetting about the words coming out of my mouth because I was angry at him for cutting his hair. He looked more handsome with long hair than short hair however the man just pouted and shrugged slightly

"Oh honey, am so sorry, who ever that boy is, he is a loser....I nod in agreement looking broken.... you are one beauty and he let you go, If you look this way, by the time am done with you, he'll be begging on his knees for you, she looked so serious, I couldn't wait to see what she could do. She sat me down as she began working on me, first she cut my long hair, I almost felt bad because I have never had a reason to carry short hair, I've always loved my long hair, instead of a frown, my face broke into a smile because it felt like I was letting go of something that has been holding me down, cutting my hair felt like I was transitioning into a new person, it felt liberating.

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?

Zayle was a mess as he cried, trying to fight the chains holding him back. Turning, I took a deep breath. Shrugging off my coat, I dropped it onto the floor next to me. I looked at one of the knights and smiled at him. “Will you do me a favor?” He looked nervously at me. Pulling my hair out of my pony tail, I leaned forward and pulled it tight as close to my head as I could. “Do you mind cutting this with your sword? I don’t have any scissors.” The knight took a moment before unsheathing his sword and the sound of my hair getting chopped filled the silence. Dropping it on the floor, I ruffled my now short hair.

Matteo whispered. I squeezed my eyes shut and closed the blades. The soft snip echoed in the bunker like a gunshot. Strand after strand fell to the floor, each one feeling heavier than the last. Tears blurred my vision, but I did not stop. I kept cutting, faster, harsher, until my hair was jagged and short, brushing just above my shoulders. I dropped the scissors with a clatter, breathing hard. Matteo stepped forward and gently ran his fingers through the uneven strands.

I screamed, " I looked cute, I think I shall try shortening my hair..." " That's a bad idea..." He exclaimed, and I was like asking for the reason he thinks it's a bad idea. " Why? Do you want to say that short doesn't suit me?" I asked a bit concerned about his opinion. " Not at all? You're beautiful in all your ways, it's just that ... there's a story behind the haircut." "What story are you talking about?" I questioned him which caused him to close his eyes for a while then he answers me.

Once I got a crown, I would become a new person. "Cut it off." I said. Everyone gasped. The stylist trembled. "Your hair... It's so long, I couldn't just—" "Cut. It. Off." I repeated with a much firmer tone. "To this length," I touched the middle of neck. With a trembling expression, the stylist began to cut off my hair. The more lumps of hair fell on the floor, the more free and lighter I became. Who knew cutting hair could feel so refreshing?

Quinn Pov We were currently heading to the park. Liam and I have both gotten our hair cuts. Liam's very long blonde hair is now short, the sides and back of his hair is cut and the front side to the middle is now very long covering his forehead. He chose the style himself saying the kids at school have that type of hair that he also wants it, and we got to give the kid what he wants. As for me, I trimmed my hair. It is now resting in my waist area. I also washed my hair. And of course where we will go that people won't fawn at Dave, the workers were all over him and as usual I sat there giggling with Liam as he looked so uncomfortable. And when I couldn't take it anymore, that was when I dec

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.