The Last One
He was twenty two, his brown hair cut short and neat, his fingernails well maintained. he had been sent to coburn as an environmental major for his thesis... but the nature of his paper had changed dramatically.
Feeling out of place: Chapter 1
Ever since i was a kid i had a great fear of getting my hair cut. i wouldn't even let mom do it. my hair hanged down to about the upper part of my back, but it was extremely too long for a boy. but i didn't care, i rather liked my dark brown locks.
Red Sun
He and yozu were approximately the same height, however, shogo kept his hair cut low. he had a steely look upon his face as he sat upon a large stone. "you understand your duty as the sixth dragon slayer, correct?"
Change The Channel
The college freshman, a slightly plump otter, was undoubtedly attractive, with a shapely body, short fur the color of chocolate and curled blonde hair cut short. she greeted mr. lorland with a bright smile as he opened the door.
Ouroboros, The (WEIRD Latex Herm TFTG)
He has his hair cut short on the sides and back. i think it's called a 'fade'. _mine._ i run my fingers through his hair. when i pull them away, there's slick black on his head, and it's trying to get to its friend on his nose.
Strangers After All: Part IV
His arms, chest, and shoulders were in good harmony with his physique; sandy-blonde hair cut short and tousled to one side like a model from a hollister ad. there was only one flaw to his otherwise gorgeous complexion.
Central the Second #6
One splash landed on my chest, but the rest stuck to his whiskers, and all the fur on his face and the top of his head.they did not have hair in the way that i did, just short stubble of fur, which we would term fuzz to anyone human who got their hair cut
Grant's Rampage 1.2
George's shark fin of hair cut through the rows of cubicles to stand in front of him, arms crossed and his face beetroot red. at least he remembered grant's name this time. "you were late this morning," he barked.
Ascension
Iomedae stood at parade rest, dressed in a featureless suit of shining armor, her black hair cut short and neat. the eternally serious goddess gave a rare smile as she looked upon the two figures before her. one was an golden haired, elven woman.
Sammy’s Encounter - Experimental Flash Fiction - m/fff
Barely 5' tall with her hair cut short in delicate bangs that perfectly matched the ships regulations, her loose jumpsuit hid a body that while not muscular held a slender strength of its own.
Ferrets can’t rig. Badgers can’t pull
I don't even have time to keep my hair cut so i don't walk into things." not a bad report, he muttered, both airships were on time, they might even end up slightly ahead of schedule next week if the rain held off, and both were definitely under budget.
The Prisoner
He explained that i needed to see a doctor to get up to date on my shots and get my hair cut. this seemed reasonable so i went with him in his van without any struggle.