New Haircut Short Story E-Book: Thrill Seeker

Been a while since I published one of these. I know they're not nearly as popular as my other stuff, but I do really enjoy writing them. So, for those of you who do read them, enjoy!

Thrill Seeker: A Haircut Story

Crystal is a beautiful young adrenaline junkie with a love of gambling, her long, gorgeous auburn mane her most prized possession. Bored and out of cash, she's desperate for any sort of excitement. After a number of women in her life seemingly fall victim to a mysterious scissor-happy hairstylist who works somewhere within the city, Crystal, seeking thrill, begins partaking in a dangerous gamble that involves risking her trademark red tresses. Will her quest to achieve the ultimate high cost her the beautiful hair she so adores or will she get out of the game before it's too late?

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Free Haircut Story: Spring Break Haircut

I'm currently working on a new story to publish, but until then here is one of the short stories I wrote a while back that I mentioned in my introduction blog post. It's not fleshed out enough or long enough for me to really publish it as an e-book, so I figured I'd post it here on the blog instead. It's not my best work, but perhaps you'll still enjoy it. Also, please don't post it elsewhere without my direct permission. Otherwise, enjoy!

Spring Break Haircut

By August D. Adams

My older sister Elaine had always been jealous of me ever since we were children. She was envious of the fact that people always said I was a cuter child. She was envious of the fact I was more popular among my friends and peers. She was envious of the fact that I got better grades all throughout elementary and high school. She was envious of the fact I grew to be much prettier than her as I got older. And last but certainly not least, she had always been, ever since we were children, envious of my long gorgeous dark blond hair. Her own hair, thin and stringy and a dull brown, just couldn't compare, no matter how hard she tried Eventually she just gave up and cut it short into a plain, boring bob.

My hair, on the other hand, grew longer and longer as I got older. In high school it got to the length I ended up keeping it at, hanging down in a thick amazing sheet to the middle of my bum. I always got compliments on my hair, whether from friends, strangers or family members. I loved my hair. I considered it my best feature and it was most certainly my most prized possession, my crowning glory so to speak. I took immaculate care of it, which showed in it's healthy and wonderful condition, and whenever I got it cut I always only got a half an inch trimmed from the ends.

The summer before I was to leave for college, I was positively beaming because I'd gotten a full scholarship to an east coast Ivy League school. Since I didn't have to pay for tuition, my parents agreed to use my college fund to pay for my own apartment instead of a tiny dorm room. I was stoked to live on my own, experience college life and get a taste of independence in a new city.