Stupid Haircuts Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 - Stupid duty It was far too nice of an evening to have to be doing this, but there she was standing in front of the mirror, preparing herself for a ritual that could change her life forever. Dragging a brush through her long sleek brown hair, tutting as it tangles at the end. She Pulls a little harder out of frustration. "stupid hair, stupid brush, stupid duty".

I groaned as I woke up from my alarm groggily, and pushed my hair back with one hand. My long wavy silver hair was now chopped off till my shoulders. Not that I looked bad, though. It had been a week now with my new wolf cut hair that my mom did for me. And it turned out, I was actually born for this haircut. The best part is I don't even need to style it with blow dryer and curlers like others as strangely my hair stays in like that even when I wake up.

I didn't know how many days I had been lying on the floor of my room but I managed to gather a small strength to my lavatory. Standing in front of my bathroom mirror with scissors in my right hand, I stared back at my reflection as I cried bitterly. "Since it is obvious that my life doesn't matter here..." I paused and inhaled a deep breath before proceeding with what I was saying, "As I cut off my hair today, I slash the weak old version of myself," Placing the scissors under my long flowy hair, I shut my eyes and slash off my hair. I screamed and cried painfully when watching the strands falling on the floor of my latrine.

She sniffed him "You smell like love." He looked at her for a while and then shrugged her hand off "I think, I should start going to work again. I feel better now." "That's great. Why don't you go tomorrow? You can relax for today. Also, I think you should get a haircut." "Should I?" He touched his bangs. "They are starting to cover your eyes." "Yeah, you're right. It's irritating. Alright cut it." "Wait--Me?" She said. "Yeah, I cut my hair at home. Going to the salon is troublesome and time consuming. Plus, the stylists are annoying, they don't stop chattering"

I should cut it till my shoulder length I thought while taking scissors from the crate of the bathroom. You must be thinking how will I cut my hair well let me tell you I know how to give a proper haircut to myself. I have done it before too. Sometimes there were even failed experiments too. I remember that day when I cut my bangs for the first time. Dad was laughing at me for the whole day. It was a failed experiment. But after that, I watched so many videos and learned it now I'm a pro at it. Making a partition of my hair I cut it properly till my shoulder. Then I even cut my Air bangs which were perfectly going with my new haircut.

I said, trying to be sarcastic as he laughed. "It is not about that. You have already gotten to the stage of hair loss and your hair loss is very quick. We have to do something about it. It's either you shave it off or you cut it short. You would lose more hair within the next week. You don't even have up to 10 days of steady hair." He said to me as I looked shocked. "That can't happen. I can't, I cannot scrape my head. I would not do it no matter what you tell me I would not do it."

I took a deep breath and smiled bitterly. "I'm sorry, I'm just not really used to cutting my hair. I feel like I'm ugly." I know my reason is superficial, but I haven't cut it much in the few years. I'm still not used to just cutting my hair short. I feel like I am much more assured when it's long rather than short. I know I had a haircut before, but now that it's getting longer, I can't cut it again.

The clothes had all cost a fortune and bought from high end shops but due to overuse in the last month, they had begun to show signs of wear and tear. I’d given myself a haircut - and botched it badly. To conceal the uneven edges, I’d put the entire mess up in a bun at the back, but of course, in my short nap, a few strands had slipped free and now hung over my face, evidence of my failure. If my mate, Resse, saw me now, he’d be hard pressed to believe that the scraggly creature that was my current self bore any links to his perfect, well-groomed wife.

We had time to talk, and neither of us wasted a second. “So…” Miriam began, glancing at me from the corner of her eye, “who’s been cutting your hair? Because you look like you stepped out of some posh magazine.” I laughed. “I haven’t had time for a salon for some time now. This is just me, scissors, and a bad YouTube tutorial.” “You’re lying,” she said, shaking her head. “If I tried that, I’d look like I fought with a weed trimmer.” I smirked. “Well, maybe London air works magic.”

I decided. “There’s only one problem,” I continued. I removed my towel to reveal my catastrophe of a hair. The two gasped in disgust. “What the hell have you done?!” exclaimed Val in between her cursing. “What’s done is done. Can’t you guys do something about it? For starters, maybe make the cut even?” I pleaded. “Wait. You said something earlier about going all-out. How serious are you about that?” Trish asked as she playfully scanned my hair with her fingers.