Short Hair Cutting Stories Novels & Stories

"It was embarrassing but we survived." "That scene was really funny, mom." he said while giggling and I can't help but to giggle with him as we remember how our car got towed. "You look good." I watched as Kalex spoke. "Short hair really does suit you." "Thanks." I was caught in my hair that was only halfway up my neck. At first I only had a collarbone haircut but I wasn't satisfied until it was this short. I don't know why I keep on cutting it. New hair means new me and it will lead me to a new life was actually my mindset that time.

I wanted a fresh start. As the scissors snipped away my long hair, I stared at my reflection in the mirror and blinked. I looked sharp and stylish with my short hair and some light makeup. My eyes carried a confidence that had never been there before. I smiled at myself in the mirror. "See? I told you that short hair suits you! Look at you now. You're gorgeous. That man is going to regret everything!" Anna said as she pulled me out of the salon. "Come on. I'll treat you to a good meal to celebrate your new life!"

"She told me about when she had to cut her hair very short and your mother kept saying it was fashionable among young French girls, but it was just an excuse so no one would know she had gotten lice." I found this strange. Lexie never had lice. When she was fifteen, in an act of pure rebellion, she locked herself in her room and cut her hair. She had long black hair that went down to her waist and wanted to get a bob cut, but our mother forbade it. So she locked herself in her room and decided to cut it herself with school scissors. It was a disaster! My mother had to call a hairdresser, and the only solution the poor guy found was to cut it very short, but it looked very good on my sister.

"He can cut just to fix the length. The tips. A palm. Or even leave the strands very short, only in a way that you can still comb and put back.” "Very short" I spoke in a firm tone, without hesitation. "Are you sure, my babe?” I observed the way Jessy frowned and the hairdresser who again imitated how the cut would look. "Yes, I got tired of this big hair.” "I even got attached to him," Jessy confessed with a vague look, clearly remembering the various moments when she held those wires in her hands, while I... She blinked, moving the scene away from her eyes. " But if you prefer it that way, that's fine.”

While drying my hair he said, "I used to have long hair in my teens." I asked, "So why did you make the cut?" The man replied, "I love my hair, but when I shift or am training, my hair always gets in my way. I failed so many things because I was late for any physical exam due to my hair. So I decided to cut it. When my hair was cut, I felt strange. I stayed at home for a week without getting out." I laughed at him and said, "You like long hair right? So what made you go out again?"

I said, pointing at her shirt. She rolled her eyes before answering me, "I have a date after work." "And you didn't tell me?" I asked, pouting. I grabbed her small comb and tidied my hair a bit, although I knew my hair would be messed up again by the wind when we left the restaurant. Three days ago, Lana made me cut my hair; she found my previous hair too boring. So now, my auburn hair, which is ten times better than before, is three centimeters shorter, layered, and has a few highlights.

“Ty, I'm thinking of cutting my hair short.” Tristin said all of a sudden as they sat on the couch in his house watching a movie. In the movie the female lead had a short hair, so she teased him; Tylor turned to her in shock; ''Don't even try that, you'll look really weird.” She laughed; ''No I won't, I would just look different, I'm not going to shave it off completely, just going to cut it to my shoulder-length, maintenance is a hard work.”

he asked “ why?” “ I’m just curious” “ Does it make me a bad person because I don't?” I asked biting on my bottom lip “ No it doesn’t make you a bad person.” Finishing up the shower, Luca steps out first and grabs me a towel. Holding my hand as I step out he wraps the towel around me pushing my hair out of my face. “ Have you ever cut your hair?” “ that was random umm.. Yes, once when my hair got past my thighs I kept sitting on it and I couldn’t stand the constant headache. So I never let it grow past my waist. why?”

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?”

I explained to my mate the reason why I was cutting my hair and he was quiet for a while. Nico held my shoulder,I was wearing a sleeveless sleeping gown and it was hard to ignore his hands on my bare skin.I took a deep breath and watched him lean forward… “Whether you have short hair, medium or long,you still look beautiful.”He whispered in my ears.His warm breath brushed my neck and I swallowed hard. He pulled back then took the scissor from my hands and I couldn't help it but frown. “Let me help you out,”He said,”Don't worry about it because I know how it's done.I used to help Grandma and mother to cut their hair.”He assured me when he realised that U doubted his skills.