Stupid Haircuts Novels & Stories

I exclaimed, but it was too late because all of the staff present started barbering their hair. Others use hair clippers while others utilize scissors. I was sobbing nonstop, and they were all smiling encouragingly. As I tried to stop myself from sobbing out loud, I put my right palm over my lips while shaking my head sideways. I twist my head sideways as I struggle to stop crying. 'They shouldn't cut off their hair.' I whispered within myself. The lady barbered my hair till there was no more hair on my head. I've gone entirely bald. Arthur's hair was likewise bald, and when they finished cutting it, he didn't look as horrible as I had feared.

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

I landed down, fortunately not breaking any bones. Fucking prickly dumb bushes. I have got to cut off this hair. It's too damn long now! 'No don't cut your hair 'what why not!. IT'S MINE!. Also, he hasn't shut up and Ophelia and he somehow found common ground so I am not too worried

“I said I want to be left alone.” “You know I never do what people tell me to do.” With a loud screeching sound, Sed dragged a chair across the tile floor to the side of the bed and sat. “Sed, I honestly don’t—” “Those staples in your head look bad ass. You should keep them permanently.” Trey ran his hand over the shaved side of his head, his slightly curved index finger brushing over the arc of black staples. “I don’t know. I don’t think this haircut is me.”

I’m Tired of plain jane. “Hello, how can I help you.” “Hello, it’s my birthday tomorrow.” “Happy Birthday, what can we do?” “I want a cute cut to my should with layers. I already have wavy/curly hair, I want it cut to my shoulders with some layers, I also want my hair blond. Think “Penny from Big Bang Theory.” I tell her. She’s smiling at me looking excited. “Girl! You’re going to look so hot!” She beamed.

Chapter Twenty-eight It's their graduation day today but I didn't show up I still promised them. Anyway, I just deleted their messages without even replying. I know they are used to me being like this. I lie down, where is the big mirror opposite my bed. I grabbed my hair. It's been two years since I cut my hair this short and I've never grown my hair long. They say that when a woman gets a haircut, it means that she's going to be with me and that she's moving little by little, but in my situation, yes, I got a boy cut (like Miley C's) but that's about it.

“I too have had my bad moments. A period when I struggled and suffered.” He gave me a dry look. “You're not serious are you?” I looked at him straight in the eye. “Oh, I'm dead serious.” I took a deep breath, bracing myself for my great reveal. “It all started when I was still a child,” I paused for dramatic effect. “My parents had ganged up on me and decided to give me a bowl cut.” Kane blinked. “What?” I nodded solemnly. “A bowl cut, Kane. Straight across with no layers. They didn't even consider my dignity. Making me look like mini Lord Farquuad from Shrek.”

“Well, I was asking Liana for some help. I need some cash ‘cause I’m a bit short in budget. But she told me that I have to get a haircut first.” “Hmm… Yes, I also think you should get a haircut too. I think it’s much better when it’s short.” “Here we go with the “old man” jokes again! HAHA!” “No. I just think that you’d look better if your hair is fixed. But who am I to command you?” “Hey! Okay. I guess my barbershop hiatus is finally over!” “I really don’t mind, if my opinion ever matters here. HAHA!” “Might be too early to say, but your opinion is starting to matter. So let’s get this hair buzzed. How about that?”

Finally she came around to my front, and pick up a small section to look at the ends. “OH honey. What did you do to this beautiful hair?” Sharon asked as she released my hair. “It….it was all shaved off back in November. Before that I trimmed the ends myself when it needed it.” I explained quietly. “Why would anyone shave of such beautiful hair?” “Pun….punishment.” “They should have their head shaved for such a sin. Do you still do your own trimming?” “Umm. Only if the ends look bad.” “Tsk. No more of that young lady.”

I decisively walked into a hair salon and asked the hairdresser, Tony Green, to shave all of my hair off. Tony immediately had a look of understanding on his face as he tried to gently talk me out of it. "Miss, there are plenty of fish in the sea. You don't have to do this to yourself just because of a man. It's not worth it." I chuckled and told him the truth. "I can’t help feeling that my long hair is adding to the heat. It's going to be very inconvenient during the apocalypse." Tony just assumed that I was talking nonsense. Ultimately, he sighed in exasperation before shaving my hair off and giving me a buzz cut.