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Nails of Love

Updated on June 19, 2013

Two nails enjoyed the company of each other. One was on top of a cement bench, the other resting low to the ground. The one on the upper level had swirls of round spiral imprinted in her glistening hard plate. He, on the other hand, was smooth in comparison, freshly shaved, good for hard conk on the head. Late again, he rushed up the high rise and knocked on the door. They met, chattered, their late night champagne bodies chiming together, as he promised never to be late again--for the fifteenth time. The woman, in his servitude, forgave him as always. It was the traffic, he said. The traffic never truly thinned out in the city life, instead grew heavy. Crackling autumn leaves spun around them, falling gracefully, and the wind blew them away, the white sheets crinkling and enfolding over their body. In sweaty palms, they were wrapped in a lined paper and folded into the jean pockets of a carpenter. They pounded each other in the dark atmosphere, drilling into denim space.

Later that morning, under a mourning light, the two couples stood on their head, feeling their legs graze against the captor’s skin. He was the conquistador, the teotl who showed no mercy. They begged to stay together; they were meant for each other. Please, don’t separate us, they sobbed.

Unable to decide which nail to use, the carpenter examined the one with the least blemish and flaw on its keratin steel. His eyes fixed on the outer casing, tracing the outer linings of the silver alloy; but they looked identical. The nails held their breath, stopped moving.

The curvy striations appeared potent in anchoring two swinging hinges together; the shiny smooth one was good for jamming and hooking a memorabilia. Both were strong and sturdy, tough for different reasons. They look at each other in the eye and said I love you.


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      MaeMG 5 years ago

      This story was fascinating to begin with, but your inspiration for it made smile. It reminded me how Stephen King would get his ideas from every day life. I always love how writers get their ideas to write something. Anyways, keep on writing!

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      Albert Kivak 5 years ago from Cemetary

      Bravewarrior, the pictures are done by a russian photographer named Vlad Aratazov.

      The story came about during a break at a University campus where I found two nails in the dirt floor near a film & cinema building. I crafted the germ of a story there, pretending the nails were alive, talking to each other.

      Thank you for all your heartfelt comments and positive reactions. It compels me to write better.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 5 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Incredible trip into the fantasy land of nails.

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      Janhorner 5 years ago

      Entertainingly brilliant! What a fabulous story. Voted up,


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      Ruby Jean Richert 5 years ago from Southern Illinois

      This has got to be one-of-a-kind. Two nails in love, how unique is that? Interesting read..Voted up. ++

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      Thomas Silvia 5 years ago from Massachusetts

      Awesome hub, well done !

      Vote up and more !!!

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 5 years ago from Reno NV

      This is incredible, one of the most creative hubs I have seen in a while, the writing was poetry and the pics amazing. Thank you for sharing. Jamie

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      Shauna L Bowling 5 years ago from Central Florida

      This is a trip onetouch! Where on earth did you find those pix?