Young Goddess Headscissor Novels & Stories

I can hear muffled conversation around me, but I can’t make anything out through the blinding pain. My head is whipped back and someone has a firm grip on my hair. My body makes an involuntary noise of agony. I still can’t see anyone, but I can feel several of the tiny baby hairs pulling from my scalp, making my eyes water. Then the unmistakable sound of scissors cutting slowly, deliberately slowly. Snip, snip, snip, snip, before my head falls forward unexpectedly lighter, and freshly cut short, loose strands fall into my eyes and poke at my face. She cut off my hair. What is wrong with her? I’m already beaten to the point of not being recognizable.

Pain coiled through me but I refused to look away. “Bring me a scissor!” She barked. I heard movement behind me, the shuffle of someone obeying. “Don’t you dare!” I hissed. I'm letting Khione stir beneath my skin to warn her. “Oh?” She leaned in. “You think your little beast will frighten me? Not in the slightest.” The one she sent returned and passed the scissors into her free hand. She accepted it easily, her other hand still twisted tightly in my hair. When I realized what she intended, the blood in my veins turned to ice. "Stop!”

I pulled on the shirt, tugged the skirt over my hips, slid on my black thigh high socks, and laced up my purple combat boots like a warrior goddess headed to war. “Skull headband?” Thistle chirped. “You know it,” I smirked, grabbing the silver scythe accented headband and yanking my curls back enough to show off my freakishly long, pointed ears. Let ‘em stare. I threw on black lipstick, smudged my eyeliner with intentional chaos, and stuffed my new books into my bag. By the time we hit the hallway, it was seven fifteen.

I was forced onto my knees as one of my cousins walked over with such big and sharp scissors. “S-Stop it, please… I don’t want to play this game! Don’t cut my hair… Please don’t cut my hair!” I was crying now and screaming but one of my cousins just covered my mouth and I could hear all of them laughing at me. I wanted to run away when I saw how close the scissors were getting to me.

I was confused "How many times have I told you to use two towels, one for your body and the other for your hair alone like how ladies do and stop acting like some prepubescent boy" she had her eyebrows scrunched in annoyance and arms folded "!!" I didn't give any answers in return as that felt like the best thing to do rather than say what she might get ticked off by

death whose bone feet you kissed as you rubbed one out on grave dirt. You're just a shadow drowning in moonlight, really, just a paper cutout in the shape of curves and gold and blue and you seek a black hole to consume you. Void Mother you toast to past the witching hour with a new best friend, she's in Gaia training sitting on a hill in armor with a sword and donkey, learning from Valkyries the recipe for hurricanes, and she's a piece of the Mother, just like you are, just like every girl you know is, and men fear us all. Your monster girl is feral, like pine barrens in a blizzard, or the nothingness at the lip of a night full of pain, and she has fangs sharp as a wolf and toes that end i

She reached her hand on her desk and grabbed a pair of scissors, then without looking at me, still, she opened and closed them a couple of times dramatically. I walked over to her and grabbed the scissors from her, “This is cheating.” She finally looked up at me and wasted no time responding, “No, that,” she pointed to the scissors, “is clever – thinking with your head.” She pointed to her temple and then went back to the orders.

I stumbled behind her, barely catching my breath as she stormed into her room like a woman possessed. She opened a drawer. Then another. She was muttering under her breath in Russian or maybe it was just curses in general and then finally, she yanked something out and turned to me. Scissors. She placed them in my hand like a weapon. I stared at it. “Wait... you want me to kill someone with this?” “No, dumbo,” she said with a small smirk. “Cut my hair.” I blinked. Then blinked again. “Your... what? No. No, no, no. Eliza, your hair is... it’s practically royalty. It goes down to your hips! You can’t just cut it because I said something philosophical!”

I pulled again, feeling the thorns pierce my skin and the blood gush through. "You should try these", an angelic voice spoke from the bushes as I turned to the side and saw a smile from the shadows. She stepped into the light as I saw the radiant beams that bounced off her. A younger me appeared with brown hair and a smile as wide as an elephant. In her hairs were a pair of scissors. "T-Thank you", I stammered as she handed me the scissors and our hands touched and I felt the warmness of her skin. I took the sharp scissors and brought it to the stem.

I have no idea what I am going to do with the large scissors once I grab ahold of them, but all I do know is that I will not sit here and let him take my innocence away from me. Just when uncle Frank thinks that he has me in total submission and lets go of his hold on me, I turn with a swiftness and grag hold of the shears, turning around and plunging it in whatever part of his body that I can reach. Blood splatters my body from sinking into his larger frame, causing bile to rise to the surface and nearly spew from my lips.