I nailed him in the stomach with the chair I’d been sitting on, no fucking clue what I was doing or why I was doing it to him. He’d been trying to help me, that’s all, just trying to understand and do what he could to help me get my shit together. He didn’t say or do anything wrong. I just…I was just fucked up.
I painted my nails carefully. I had a party to go to and I wanted to make sure every part of me was perfection. Like a painter holder her paintbrush I slathered coat upon coat onto my long nails. Watching the color deepen before my eyes. When I was finally satisfied- I blew at my hand and waved it about in the air.
My nails are always black and chipped. ALWAYS. I try to keep them painted black so I can make sure I stop biting them. However it never works. I hate my nails. Should stop the nail biting habit really…
i bite my nails. It’s a terrible habit. Two days before I bought my first guitar, I got my nails filled like my normal routine. After learning there is no way to play guitar with fake nails, I chewed them off within minutes. Best idea ever.
Wearing his overalls, Jerry climbed up to the roof to nail down a couple loose shingles. As he was climbing onto the edge, 25 feet up, the extension ladder gave way under him. As he plummeted, he had a panic-inspired idea: “If I can manage to pull out my hammer, and quickly bang a nail into the side of the house, maybe I can snag the heavy canvas of my overalls on it, thus saving myself grievous bodily injury!” This was the first of many hallucinations caused by the concussion.
once i stepped on a nail. when i pulled it out, it gushed blood. band aids refused to stop the torrential bleeding. medical tape and gauze wouldn’t do it. my foot was menstruating. i think i should have kept the nail in, for it was nature’s foot tampon.
without realizing how it happened, he looked down at the new nails he’d acquired in the trade with his toes. more jam, to be sure. it’d never seemed quite as foul on his feet.
i wanted to bite my nails because i was so anxious and uncertain about my pregnancy. he didn’t know what to tell me when i said i couldnt sleep for days, so i dumped him. he calls almost twice a day, but i ignore every call.
I nailed my sandwich to the door, after I nailed my neighbor in my hallway. I should have used my hammer to open the front door, but it was under my foot. Why was your sister looking in the window?
He chewed his nails when he was nervous. and he had to be really nervous. It was a tic he had buried when he was little but every once in a while he would find himself tasting blood and he would stuff his hands into the pockets of his perfectly pressed slacks.
I remember
the nail being hammered
into the wood on the windows.
Lights flashed
every few seconds
warning us that
if the man
did not go outside,
put his hands up
and surrender
from his unspoken actions,
he will have to die.
The nail is smashed
into the board
like a bullet
to the man’s head,
pink gooey slime
covering the walls,
while I smile,
watching the brain matter
glisten from the lights,
staring back at me.
i like to get my nails done. i get them done at least every two weeks or so and i always have a different desing on them. my nails are pretty long and thet are my real nails not fake but no one believes me.
I feel like I’ve been here before, like this “one word” might topple the wall and send me into literary heaven, like I might be able to write again if I just fill in the blanks and take off with it. like I never did see that face or hear that voice that said ” you cant:” like I was never nailed to the wall of writers blocks…. bricks…
I was a fence hopper. Meaning, as a kid, I ran though people’s back yards. I invaded people’s space and loved it. I was in and out in a flash. Well one day I did it barefooted and landed on a small, nail covered board. I ran home with the board in my foot, clacking on the pavement.
it hurtdd it gets hit, it is misunderstood. it goes well in wood. and peopleuse them peoplepaint them. you hit it with ahammer. you can create. carpenders use em’ . so did jeasus
I told you, Im nailed here to a wall, I said this. I u=guess maybe your site cant keep up because all I want is a different word. give me another world, little sister, what do you want me to drawfor you?
I have nails on my fingers, and toes. I bite my nails, always have done. Its annoying because no matter what i do they always look as though an alligator has hacked at them. All I want is beautiful long nails. Stupid stress.
The nail had gotten stuck onto the paw of the cat’s foot and it howled in pain. All the animals rushed in to see what they could do, but as none of them had fingers, none of them could possibly pull out the nail. I’m sorry, but I’ve only got hooves, the cow said. I’m sorry, but I only have wings, the chickens said. The dog said, I only have paws like yours, but I am not sorry that I cannot take it out for you. Everybody gasped at his utterance of such a cruel statement. The dog simply walked away, with his head high and tail wagging to and fro.
Jesus was nailed to the cross for our sins. God knew he had to send someone to help us understand that we were lost in our own corruption, the corruption of body and soul. The problem is that we have never given him the benefit of the doubt
too many nails. Facebook. boards, bricks, nails. Where did they come up with those as the basic building materials? Why do I keep going there and obsessing about building virtual buildings on a virtual farm on a social network where I don’t socialize? Wow, my typing speed is pretty impressive for 5am.
I stood on a 2 inch nail once. It went right through and scraped the bone. My mum didn’t believe that it was big – so little was sticking out so she started pulling…. i knew that it was bad because I had felt the crunch.
Nails hurt, Jesus can tell us about this. I’m sure he does not like nails anymore because they pierced his skin. but he did it for love, apparently. i would not do it though because pain is the horrors.
A nail became lodged within my skull, so deep it penetrated my brain. A splash of vibrant red came forth in a torrent of liquid, a blast so powerful it knocked down a crowd. Take that i said! Take that! a they drowned in a red sea of blood.
Nail me down. Put me in a small town and leave me there, no education, average parents, minimum encouragement to get out, maximum threat to nail me if I try to be different.
She sat under the tree, watching as drops of blood slowly stained the ground with their dark juices.
Dammit.
After all her mothers nagging about her appearance Cassie had decided to spite her by cleaning the smallest part of herself. She would work diligently, and then run outside into the rain, drenching herself to the skin in mud. When Anne had finished losing her voice from yelling at the mess, Cassie would calmy remove her hands from her pockets and floursh her hands out before her, waving her fingertips in a picture of perfect beauty.
Cassie sighed sadly to herself.That had been the plan anyway.
How was she to know she would break a nail?
He scratched his nail across the blackboard, which had the immediate, painful affect of bringing the classroom to order. We looked at him with disdain for interrupting our social time.
I have no idea what to write! It’s a funny old word though. I’ve just used it as a verb, but now I’m wondering how on earth we come to have nails on the end of our fingers?
The metallic door was air-tightly compressed and the handle was gone. She knew she couldn’t open it without damaging her nails, and her priorities were certainly not on finding doubtful treasures (or radioactive prototypes, if she was unlucky).
I once had a nail… A beautuful one it was. Straight, shining, sharp nail. I didn’t hammer it, fearing I’d curve it or even break my nail… Thus I left it on a table… Once I stumbled and fell on it… So this is how I died.
nail is used to put two things together it is made of metal
further it also a part of the finger the useless part which we need to cut every few days.
is a waste part of the body.
The same word but so different meaning amazing!!!
Tooth and nail she fought for him
to no avail since he refused to be
rescued. Too lazy to be
the prince he his but too
proud to let the princess be
the stronger of the two
Nail. Color. Pretty. Keeps stuff from falling down. Sex. Hard. Fast. Wow. Pound. Pail.fail.wail. Derail. Snail. Hail. Sixty secomds is longer than I thought. Now what. Wonder if anyone else thought of sex with this word. Am I a freak. My nails do look good though. Time must be up. How will I now. I am bored .
Nail me. Not at my house but yours because mine is messy and the floor is covered in old clothes and bobby pins. I don’t care if yours is messy, because it isn’t mine. I love seeing new places. I love being with new people. Nail me because I’m full of curiousity of what it’s going to be like with you. Just not at my house. Only not at my house.
nailed to the cross hard, cold, sharp,pain, tears. I don”t understand this and never will it makes me cry and turn away. Cover my eyes and the tears still escape.
Wow, nail? I was hoping for something a bit more insightful and thought provoking than nail. What can I write about a nail other than hangnails which annoy and destroy the local citzens of Kabuta. Why the longs hangnails, why the sad faces? Noht
I nailed him in the stomach with the chair I’d been sitting on, no fucking clue what I was doing or why I was doing it to him. He’d been trying to help me, that’s all, just trying to understand and do what he could to help me get my shit together. He didn’t say or do anything wrong. I just…I was just fucked up.
By Lorra URL on 12.04.2010
I painted my nails carefully. I had a party to go to and I wanted to make sure every part of me was perfection. Like a painter holder her paintbrush I slathered coat upon coat onto my long nails. Watching the color deepen before my eyes. When I was finally satisfied- I blew at my hand and waved it about in the air.
By Junita URL on 12.04.2010
My nails are always black and chipped. ALWAYS. I try to keep them painted black so I can make sure I stop biting them. However it never works. I hate my nails. Should stop the nail biting habit really…
By Becky Lieshout URL on 12.04.2010
i bite my nails. It’s a terrible habit. Two days before I bought my first guitar, I got my nails filled like my normal routine. After learning there is no way to play guitar with fake nails, I chewed them off within minutes. Best idea ever.
By kaylee ray URL on 12.04.2010
Wearing his overalls, Jerry climbed up to the roof to nail down a couple loose shingles. As he was climbing onto the edge, 25 feet up, the extension ladder gave way under him. As he plummeted, he had a panic-inspired idea: “If I can manage to pull out my hammer, and quickly bang a nail into the side of the house, maybe I can snag the heavy canvas of my overalls on it, thus saving myself grievous bodily injury!” This was the first of many hallucinations caused by the concussion.
By richpee on 12.05.2010
once i stepped on a nail. when i pulled it out, it gushed blood. band aids refused to stop the torrential bleeding. medical tape and gauze wouldn’t do it. my foot was menstruating. i think i should have kept the nail in, for it was nature’s foot tampon.
By gidgetgangrene URL on 12.05.2010
without realizing how it happened, he looked down at the new nails he’d acquired in the trade with his toes. more jam, to be sure. it’d never seemed quite as foul on his feet.
By tronald on 12.05.2010
nail it in…you’re halfway there already. hammer that sucker in…i already feel pain. one last pounding in and you’ll be done.
add my heart with the rest of the others. pile it on to your collection.
By miss.miles URL on 12.05.2010
i wanted to bite my nails because i was so anxious and uncertain about my pregnancy. he didn’t know what to tell me when i said i couldnt sleep for days, so i dumped him. he calls almost twice a day, but i ignore every call.
By christie on 12.05.2010
I nailed my sandwich to the door, after I nailed my neighbor in my hallway. I should have used my hammer to open the front door, but it was under my foot. Why was your sister looking in the window?
By ~g on 12.05.2010
He chewed his nails when he was nervous. and he had to be really nervous. It was a tic he had buried when he was little but every once in a while he would find himself tasting blood and he would stuff his hands into the pockets of his perfectly pressed slacks.
By The Lovely Love Lii URL on 12.05.2010
I remember
the nail being hammered
into the wood on the windows.
Lights flashed
every few seconds
warning us that
if the man
did not go outside,
put his hands up
and surrender
from his unspoken actions,
he will have to die.
The nail is smashed
into the board
like a bullet
to the man’s head,
pink gooey slime
covering the walls,
while I smile,
watching the brain matter
glisten from the lights,
staring back at me.
By Scythe42 URL on 12.05.2010
i like to get my nails done. i get them done at least every two weeks or so and i always have a different desing on them. my nails are pretty long and thet are my real nails not fake but no one believes me.
By monsie URL on 12.05.2010
I feel like I’ve been here before, like this “one word” might topple the wall and send me into literary heaven, like I might be able to write again if I just fill in the blanks and take off with it. like I never did see that face or hear that voice that said ” you cant:” like I was never nailed to the wall of writers blocks…. bricks…
By stephanie on 12.05.2010
I was a fence hopper. Meaning, as a kid, I ran though people’s back yards. I invaded people’s space and loved it. I was in and out in a flash. Well one day I did it barefooted and landed on a small, nail covered board. I ran home with the board in my foot, clacking on the pavement.
By Shelby URL on 12.05.2010
it hurtdd it gets hit, it is misunderstood. it goes well in wood. and peopleuse them peoplepaint them. you hit it with ahammer. you can create. carpenders use em’ . so did jeasus
By brooke on 12.05.2010
I told you, Im nailed here to a wall, I said this. I u=guess maybe your site cant keep up because all I want is a different word. give me another world, little sister, what do you want me to drawfor you?
By stephanie on 12.05.2010
I have nails on my fingers, and toes. I bite my nails, always have done. Its annoying because no matter what i do they always look as though an alligator has hacked at them. All I want is beautiful long nails. Stupid stress.
By Lizzie Morris URL on 12.05.2010
Hung him to the cross and saved me from mine.
By Jennifer on 12.05.2010
The nail had gotten stuck onto the paw of the cat’s foot and it howled in pain. All the animals rushed in to see what they could do, but as none of them had fingers, none of them could possibly pull out the nail. I’m sorry, but I’ve only got hooves, the cow said. I’m sorry, but I only have wings, the chickens said. The dog said, I only have paws like yours, but I am not sorry that I cannot take it out for you. Everybody gasped at his utterance of such a cruel statement. The dog simply walked away, with his head high and tail wagging to and fro.
By Feather&Tears URL on 12.05.2010
Jesus was nailed to the cross for our sins. God knew he had to send someone to help us understand that we were lost in our own corruption, the corruption of body and soul. The problem is that we have never given him the benefit of the doubt
By Sam on 12.05.2010
Nail down your goal.
Make sure you have an idea of what you want to do in your life and take control of it.
Don’t let it get away from you.
Take CONTROL OF YOUR LIFE.
POWER.KNOWLEDGE.THE THIRST FOR THEM.
By Tiffany Gosheff on 12.05.2010
too many nails. Facebook. boards, bricks, nails. Where did they come up with those as the basic building materials? Why do I keep going there and obsessing about building virtual buildings on a virtual farm on a social network where I don’t socialize? Wow, my typing speed is pretty impressive for 5am.
By fionaphoenix on 12.05.2010
I stood on a 2 inch nail once. It went right through and scraped the bone. My mum didn’t believe that it was big – so little was sticking out so she started pulling…. i knew that it was bad because I had felt the crunch.
By Jo on 12.05.2010
Nails hurt, Jesus can tell us about this. I’m sure he does not like nails anymore because they pierced his skin. but he did it for love, apparently. i would not do it though because pain is the horrors.
By Nathan on 12.05.2010
A nail became lodged within my skull, so deep it penetrated my brain. A splash of vibrant red came forth in a torrent of liquid, a blast so powerful it knocked down a crowd. Take that i said! Take that! a they drowned in a red sea of blood.
By Marianne SG on 12.05.2010
holds things in place,often bitten when nervous,a job well done,
By Mary on 12.05.2010
Nail me down. Put me in a small town and leave me there, no education, average parents, minimum encouragement to get out, maximum threat to nail me if I try to be different.
By Daniel Powell URL on 12.05.2010
i whent the mean thing about oneword?
By frankjude URL on 12.05.2010
She sat under the tree, watching as drops of blood slowly stained the ground with their dark juices.
Dammit.
After all her mothers nagging about her appearance Cassie had decided to spite her by cleaning the smallest part of herself. She would work diligently, and then run outside into the rain, drenching herself to the skin in mud. When Anne had finished losing her voice from yelling at the mess, Cassie would calmy remove her hands from her pockets and floursh her hands out before her, waving her fingertips in a picture of perfect beauty.
Cassie sighed sadly to herself.That had been the plan anyway.
How was she to know she would break a nail?
By jacqui URL on 12.05.2010
He scratched his nail across the blackboard, which had the immediate, painful affect of bringing the classroom to order. We looked at him with disdain for interrupting our social time.
By wemuma URL on 12.05.2010
How can I nail this?
I have no idea what to write! It’s a funny old word though. I’ve just used it as a verb, but now I’m wondering how on earth we come to have nails on the end of our fingers?
Sounds rather painful put like that.
By Mibbi on 12.05.2010
The metallic door was air-tightly compressed and the handle was gone. She knew she couldn’t open it without damaging her nails, and her priorities were certainly not on finding doubtful treasures (or radioactive prototypes, if she was unlucky).
By kaitoleen URL on 12.05.2010
I once had a nail… A beautuful one it was. Straight, shining, sharp nail. I didn’t hammer it, fearing I’d curve it or even break my nail… Thus I left it on a table… Once I stumbled and fell on it… So this is how I died.
By Templar URL on 12.05.2010
nail is used to put two things together it is made of metal
further it also a part of the finger the useless part which we need to cut every few days.
is a waste part of the body.
The same word but so different meaning amazing!!!
By yash on 12.05.2010
Tooth and nail she fought for him
to no avail since he refused to be
rescued. Too lazy to be
the prince he his but too
proud to let the princess be
the stronger of the two
By Amiee URL on 12.05.2010
Nail. Color. Pretty. Keeps stuff from falling down. Sex. Hard. Fast. Wow. Pound. Pail.fail.wail. Derail. Snail. Hail. Sixty secomds is longer than I thought. Now what. Wonder if anyone else thought of sex with this word. Am I a freak. My nails do look good though. Time must be up. How will I now. I am bored .
By Dawn URL on 12.05.2010
Nail me. Not at my house but yours because mine is messy and the floor is covered in old clothes and bobby pins. I don’t care if yours is messy, because it isn’t mine. I love seeing new places. I love being with new people. Nail me because I’m full of curiousity of what it’s going to be like with you. Just not at my house. Only not at my house.
By Jackabeee on 12.05.2010
nailed to the cross hard, cold, sharp,pain, tears. I don”t understand this and never will it makes me cry and turn away. Cover my eyes and the tears still escape.
By Katia Crabb on 12.05.2010
Wow, nail? I was hoping for something a bit more insightful and thought provoking than nail. What can I write about a nail other than hangnails which annoy and destroy the local citzens of Kabuta. Why the longs hangnails, why the sad faces? Noht
By B-ri on 12.05.2010