The bell that hung from the door chimes in as a young woman that looks like she's on her early 20s walked into my shop. I picked up my sight initially from the leather barber chair whilst dusting off the remaining hair pieces off of the chair from previous clients and on to the woman. Over by the shop entrance stood a soft girl looking woman with a pair of black sneakers, a black-ish skirt that hung on her hips, and an orchid pink colored blouse that barely sealed her cropped white tank top inside whilst carrying a small white handbag on her shoulder. "Hi, do you take walk-in appointments?" "Oh yeah hi, there's not any clients I have to tend to at the moment." I replied at the spur of the moment with a tone that gave away how taken aback you were by her looks. "Oh god sorry I didn't mean to startle you." the woman reacted as her arms gestured to her front in an attempt to reassure you. "N-no it's fine really, I was just finished up with some dusting off." "Okay if you say so, and
“Miss Izumi, can you please focus?”Said the teacher in an annoying tone. Konata then immediately jolted up straight, realizing that she once again fell asleep during class.
“*sigh* try and pay at least a little attention next time, Miss Izumi.” said the teacher and shortly after, the bell rang for recess.
“Konata, you must watch out, if you continue like this your grades will plummet.” said Myuki while scavenging her school bag for her bento box.
“I can’t help It, all of my favorite anime play late at night and I don’t like recording them for later.” Explained Konata.
Myuki let o
Victoria and the Great War by Lostlocks, literature
Literature
Victoria and the Great War
Victoria stood in line, clutching her draft note in her hand nervously. At the front of the queue, a man behind a window was handing out each draftee a set of plain fatigues that would become the recruit's only clothing for the foreseeable future.
Once she reached the front of the line, the man handed Victoria her set and instructed her to a changing area where she would put them on. "Where should I put my dress?" she asked the blank eyed man. He shrugged impassively. "But you see this was a gift from my mother. She sewed it by hand," she held out the skirt of her beautiful blue sundress.
"We all have to make sacrifices for our country
Eliza's Haircut Part 2 by HaircutStories, literature
Literature
Eliza's Haircut Part 2
The barberette stood there waiting for Eliza to approach, a sinister grin was smeared across her face. Eliza felt incredibly nervous, and was hesitant to approach the chair. She simply sat in the waiting room chair, unable to move. “Next!” the barberette said, louder this time. It was reminiscent of an army drill sergeant. There was no one else in the barbershop, so Eliza knew that the barberette was talking to her. However, for one reason or another, she couldn’t bring herself to approach. Her hesitance to cut her beautiful hair was suddenly completely overwhelming. The barberette, who had grown tired of waiting, approa