I wanted to run away, but what was I running from? It didn’t seem plausible to run from nothing no matter how much I was terrified of it. I carried on running and didn’t stop until I found what I needed.
James
Jesse was wanted in too many states. He rolled up his sleeves and kissed his teeth. The Texas sun hit his skin. It was leathery, sweaty and dirty. He badly needed a bath. The saloon was too risky. The Sheriff was sipping a bourbon with a poster of Jesse James in front of him.
Jeanette
All she wanted was a little freedom. Time to do the things she wanted to do. Liberty to not only think her own thoughts, but to express them without being judged, or told she was stupid. She wanted to be able to explore, physically and mentally. She wanted out of her prison.
Heather
I could feel the blood pounding in my ears. I wanted to feel the life leave his body. But I also wanted to know what it felt like. I also wanted to feel life leave my body. Slowly, painfully.
Mizu
She wanted to swim with the dolphins. The ocean was deep and mysterious as she flung herself into the waves. Far out, the coo of dolphins nosing through the waves. She wanted to reach them. She swum out, her front crawl taking her further than she expected to swim.
Jeanette
She saw him in another world. He was still the same JFK, only younger, fitter, more tanned and absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. He was grinning and giving a speech about our “Credit Crunch”. All the past presidents were there, giving their opinions. JFK was on a big stage covered with thousands of green and white balloons.
Jeanette
She wanted to see the Boston man. He had so much charisma. Charm was oozing out of him. His blue bow tie was snug against his tanned neck. Jackie sat next to him in the cream limo as they rode through an empty sunny Mexican town in 1961.
Jeanette
I wanted to be something, someone. I wanted to be interesting, entertaining. I wanted to be successful , and wanted so much I forgot who I was.
Carmen
She wanted to see the big cheese. “Sorry ma’am, you can’t see the president, he is in a meeting with senior officials”. The secret service man reached out and pointed towards the front door. “You have five minutes to leave ma’am, or I will call some back-up”.
Jeanette
JFK was on TV in 2010. Impossible. He was being interviewed by Jonathon Ross. “Now tell us about your time in The White House, what was it like? Did you enjoy being president”? Jack straightened his tie, “Which question would you like me to answer first”? “Any one sir, you are now the President of The United States again, in all your glory and power”.
Jeanette
She felt JFK in the room. His energy was electric. She put on a DVD. Jack’s face came towards her. He was speaking to Mr Eisenhower. The crowd moved forward. JFK reached into the crowd and shook a dozen hands.
Jeanette
Tanya wanted to see JFK. She waited for him outside The White House. It was getting dark. The rain began and she hid herself in the shadows. She heard a car door opening and then a man stepped out. She could not see his face. Was it JFK?
Jeanette
Model wanted, must be tall, slim, have legs to die for. A good looking girl enters the studio. A size 10. She sidles up to the manager, “Hey, I need a job. Have you got any work”? The manager looks at her, “Not at the moment love, but I will keep your details on file”.
Jeanette
Maria wanted a good man. Somebody like her uncle Curtis. Of course he had to be rich, own a ranch, a dozen stallions, money in several banks, a private jet. Was she crazy? Who could she meet in her little Spanish village? She went barefoot to carry water when family donkey died.
Jeanette
He was wanted for crimes that were unorthodox. He was wanted in several states. The crimes that he had committed were not against the law but against nature. Adam had kicked too many dogs and now the dogs of the country were out to get him.
Mary
I wanted chocolate ice-cream. The big cone with all the thousands and one. I sat waiting for the ice-cream van. I heard the noise of his bell and rushed up Inderwick Road. I was just 6. The ice-cream van stopped in front of me and I screamed with delight.
Jeanette
the people think that they are wanted, but are they wanted or do they just desire the unattainable. People are curious beings, deceptive in their ways with a coating of truth. One wants what they can’t have.
odette
Suddenly JFK wanted to see me. I felt his energy. My buzzer went off. I picked up his book and read about his space mission. Jack was saying that, “We will put a man on the moon before this decade is out”. I close the book and remember JFK striding to Air Force One. He had urgent business with Bobby at The White House.
Jeanette
She wrote his initials in her note book, J.F.K. The band started playing, “Danny Boy”. Suddenly JFK and Jackie appeared. They waltzed across the dance floor. The band played beautifully and all the men and women bowed as the handsome couple circled the congested room.
Jeanette
He ousted himself too easily once the men in black uniform surrounded him. Finding the quickest way out, he climbed the metal gate. But alas, the black uniformed men were on the other side too, and he was wearing cuffs much sooner than he would have wanted.
teah
JFK wanted a second term. Everything was in place until he went to Dallas. A lot has been written about JFK. JFK will never be forgotten and he died in 1963. I look at The White House, Obama sits in his old seat, smiling at a bust of JFK in The Oval Office.
Jeanette
JFK wanted to see her. He leaned towards the phone. Bobby dashed into the lounge. “Jack, let’s go to Palm Springs, the helicopter is waiting on the lawn. We can pick up some chicken and fries on the way, and of course a crate of coke”.
Jeanette
Sometimes I feel the need to be wanted. Lonely, afraid…. never knowing what to expect next. Whether or not I should feel accepted..wanted….. But of course, I’m high saying this.
cumface
She wanted my children quite badly. Although repeatedly telling her that I was going to cum inside her and make her have my babies was only meant to make her cum hard.
RB
She wanted to speak to JFK but he was speaking to a group of men. “JFK”, she shouted. Jack shot around and waved. “Not now Honey, I’m busy”. Jack continued talking, gesticulating. A few men were smiling then Jack was led to a waiting navy limo.
Jeanette
Kate wanted to get married. She looked at herself in the full length mirror. She was not a size 10. What would be her wedding march? Would it be “Amazing Grace”, No, she wanted a modern tune, maybe a German waltz or something from Tom Jones.
Jeanette
i was so in love with him and he didnt even know i exsited.i spent months deluding myself into thinking that he liked,thought and wanted me.when in actual fact he didnt. All i wanted was to feel wanted.
kit
I wanted a white wedding dress covered in pearls. The best pearls from Malaysia. A band playing a German Waltz. Pink and white carnations on all the wedding tables. Karaoke music with Alex singing all the Elvis hits. I also wanted lots of Caribbean food with Mum and Gran entering the room, wearing the most expensive kaftans.
Jeanette
I wanted to get married. My wedding dress arrived late. I lost my engagement ring. I could not find the address of my wedding reception. My mobile battery was flat. Mum did not ring me about my wedding video man. The wedding flowers were not ordered. I could not order my doves or the wedding ponies and I only had 3 days to The Big Day!
Jeanette
I wanted to see JFK. All the security men were there. Scores of them. JFK sat at a big brown desk, scribbling away. Guards stood on either side of him. He sipped a cup of coffee then leaned over to puff on his Cuban cigar.
Jeanette
I wanted to see the president. If only for a minute. Tall bamboo doors opened. JFK stood there, passing a tanned hand through his auburn hair. He saw me and beckoned. I rushed towards him. He put up a finger. I stopped dead.
JFK was getting into a helicopter.
Jeanette
He never went inside the U.S. Post Office for fear there was a “Wanted” poster with his picture and name on it. No reason there should be, really. After all, he’d never robbed a bank or committed any crimes he was aware of. One never knew what might be a crime these days. Purchased too much behind-the-counter sinus medicine? Swiss army knife traveling in the pocket of his cargo pants?
gino
I wanted to be on TV. My part in the latest block buster as the head of a Modelling firm. I check out the models for the catwalk. Pierce is there. He is the top male model. I put on a cool tune and Pierce dances down the catwalk. The lights go on and I am hosting a party with all my karaoke friends. Pierce jumps into the circle and we all howl.
Jeanette
I switched off my laughing puppy. He wanted to laugh too much,rolling over and over on my quilt, hunching up his tail,laughing so hoarsely that I hit the off switch, now puppy sits with my teddy, bunny and doll, so obedient but his sad eyes mean only one thing. He wants to be switched “on” again!!
Jeanette
Wanted; something I’ll never understand nor comprehend. To be wanted is to want someone else just as much. Or, failing that, is to want to get away. To want to be away from it all and to ignore the world’s problems. A girl wants what she used to have, and to face herself, she’ll use anyone and everything close to her.
sarah
I wanted a big house. One with a huge living room to entertain all my family and mates. Of course a garden, table and 4 chairs, a book-case, no a library to hold all my books. I smile at my present flat and send it blessings.
Jeanette
Wanted is a word. It has a W. It also has an A, an N, a T, an E, and a D in it, Wanted is in past tense; Want means something that you wish you had. Eg.
Layla
Mandy wanted to be seen. Red lipstick, the shortest skirt,tall black boots,a lace blouse from a French boutique. When she hit Oxford Circus the traffic stopped and the police hooted her. She carried on walking, claiming the middle of Oxford Street for 10 minutes and she got away with it.
Jeanette
This was what I wanted. Nothing was what I wanted. Peace. Silence. A good fuck in the morning. A good sneeze. I wanted it, and now I didn’t want it anymore.
I wanted to run away, but what was I running from? It didn’t seem plausible to run from nothing no matter how much I was terrified of it. I carried on running and didn’t stop until I found what I needed.
Jesse was wanted in too many states. He rolled up his sleeves and kissed his teeth. The Texas sun hit his skin. It was leathery, sweaty and dirty. He badly needed a bath. The saloon was too risky. The Sheriff was sipping a bourbon with a poster of Jesse James in front of him.
All she wanted was a little freedom. Time to do the things she wanted to do. Liberty to not only think her own thoughts, but to express them without being judged, or told she was stupid. She wanted to be able to explore, physically and mentally. She wanted out of her prison.
I could feel the blood pounding in my ears. I wanted to feel the life leave his body. But I also wanted to know what it felt like. I also wanted to feel life leave my body. Slowly, painfully.
She wanted to swim with the dolphins. The ocean was deep and mysterious as she flung herself into the waves. Far out, the coo of dolphins nosing through the waves. She wanted to reach them. She swum out, her front crawl taking her further than she expected to swim.
She saw him in another world. He was still the same JFK, only younger, fitter, more tanned and absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. He was grinning and giving a speech about our “Credit Crunch”. All the past presidents were there, giving their opinions. JFK was on a big stage covered with thousands of green and white balloons.
She wanted to see the Boston man. He had so much charisma. Charm was oozing out of him. His blue bow tie was snug against his tanned neck. Jackie sat next to him in the cream limo as they rode through an empty sunny Mexican town in 1961.
I wanted to be something, someone. I wanted to be interesting, entertaining. I wanted to be successful , and wanted so much I forgot who I was.
She wanted to see the big cheese. “Sorry ma’am, you can’t see the president, he is in a meeting with senior officials”. The secret service man reached out and pointed towards the front door. “You have five minutes to leave ma’am, or I will call some back-up”.
JFK was on TV in 2010. Impossible. He was being interviewed by Jonathon Ross. “Now tell us about your time in The White House, what was it like? Did you enjoy being president”? Jack straightened his tie, “Which question would you like me to answer first”? “Any one sir, you are now the President of The United States again, in all your glory and power”.
She felt JFK in the room. His energy was electric. She put on a DVD. Jack’s face came towards her. He was speaking to Mr Eisenhower. The crowd moved forward. JFK reached into the crowd and shook a dozen hands.
Tanya wanted to see JFK. She waited for him outside The White House. It was getting dark. The rain began and she hid herself in the shadows. She heard a car door opening and then a man stepped out. She could not see his face. Was it JFK?
Model wanted, must be tall, slim, have legs to die for. A good looking girl enters the studio. A size 10. She sidles up to the manager, “Hey, I need a job. Have you got any work”? The manager looks at her, “Not at the moment love, but I will keep your details on file”.
Maria wanted a good man. Somebody like her uncle Curtis. Of course he had to be rich, own a ranch, a dozen stallions, money in several banks, a private jet. Was she crazy? Who could she meet in her little Spanish village? She went barefoot to carry water when family donkey died.
He was wanted for crimes that were unorthodox. He was wanted in several states. The crimes that he had committed were not against the law but against nature. Adam had kicked too many dogs and now the dogs of the country were out to get him.
I wanted chocolate ice-cream. The big cone with all the thousands and one. I sat waiting for the ice-cream van. I heard the noise of his bell and rushed up Inderwick Road. I was just 6. The ice-cream van stopped in front of me and I screamed with delight.
the people think that they are wanted, but are they wanted or do they just desire the unattainable. People are curious beings, deceptive in their ways with a coating of truth. One wants what they can’t have.
Suddenly JFK wanted to see me. I felt his energy. My buzzer went off. I picked up his book and read about his space mission. Jack was saying that, “We will put a man on the moon before this decade is out”. I close the book and remember JFK striding to Air Force One. He had urgent business with Bobby at The White House.
She wrote his initials in her note book, J.F.K. The band started playing, “Danny Boy”. Suddenly JFK and Jackie appeared. They waltzed across the dance floor. The band played beautifully and all the men and women bowed as the handsome couple circled the congested room.
He ousted himself too easily once the men in black uniform surrounded him. Finding the quickest way out, he climbed the metal gate. But alas, the black uniformed men were on the other side too, and he was wearing cuffs much sooner than he would have wanted.
JFK wanted a second term. Everything was in place until he went to Dallas. A lot has been written about JFK. JFK will never be forgotten and he died in 1963. I look at The White House, Obama sits in his old seat, smiling at a bust of JFK in The Oval Office.
JFK wanted to see her. He leaned towards the phone. Bobby dashed into the lounge. “Jack, let’s go to Palm Springs, the helicopter is waiting on the lawn. We can pick up some chicken and fries on the way, and of course a crate of coke”.
Sometimes I feel the need to be wanted. Lonely, afraid…. never knowing what to expect next. Whether or not I should feel accepted..wanted….. But of course, I’m high saying this.
She wanted my children quite badly. Although repeatedly telling her that I was going to cum inside her and make her have my babies was only meant to make her cum hard.
She wanted to speak to JFK but he was speaking to a group of men. “JFK”, she shouted. Jack shot around and waved. “Not now Honey, I’m busy”. Jack continued talking, gesticulating. A few men were smiling then Jack was led to a waiting navy limo.
Kate wanted to get married. She looked at herself in the full length mirror. She was not a size 10. What would be her wedding march? Would it be “Amazing Grace”, No, she wanted a modern tune, maybe a German waltz or something from Tom Jones.
i was so in love with him and he didnt even know i exsited.i spent months deluding myself into thinking that he liked,thought and wanted me.when in actual fact he didnt. All i wanted was to feel wanted.
I wanted a white wedding dress covered in pearls. The best pearls from Malaysia. A band playing a German Waltz. Pink and white carnations on all the wedding tables. Karaoke music with Alex singing all the Elvis hits. I also wanted lots of Caribbean food with Mum and Gran entering the room, wearing the most expensive kaftans.
I wanted to get married. My wedding dress arrived late. I lost my engagement ring. I could not find the address of my wedding reception. My mobile battery was flat. Mum did not ring me about my wedding video man. The wedding flowers were not ordered. I could not order my doves or the wedding ponies and I only had 3 days to The Big Day!
I wanted to see JFK. All the security men were there. Scores of them. JFK sat at a big brown desk, scribbling away. Guards stood on either side of him. He sipped a cup of coffee then leaned over to puff on his Cuban cigar.
I wanted to see the president. If only for a minute. Tall bamboo doors opened. JFK stood there, passing a tanned hand through his auburn hair. He saw me and beckoned. I rushed towards him. He put up a finger. I stopped dead.
JFK was getting into a helicopter.
He never went inside the U.S. Post Office for fear there was a “Wanted” poster with his picture and name on it. No reason there should be, really. After all, he’d never robbed a bank or committed any crimes he was aware of. One never knew what might be a crime these days. Purchased too much behind-the-counter sinus medicine? Swiss army knife traveling in the pocket of his cargo pants?
I wanted to be on TV. My part in the latest block buster as the head of a Modelling firm. I check out the models for the catwalk. Pierce is there. He is the top male model. I put on a cool tune and Pierce dances down the catwalk. The lights go on and I am hosting a party with all my karaoke friends. Pierce jumps into the circle and we all howl.
I switched off my laughing puppy. He wanted to laugh too much,rolling over and over on my quilt, hunching up his tail,laughing so hoarsely that I hit the off switch, now puppy sits with my teddy, bunny and doll, so obedient but his sad eyes mean only one thing. He wants to be switched “on” again!!
Wanted; something I’ll never understand nor comprehend. To be wanted is to want someone else just as much. Or, failing that, is to want to get away. To want to be away from it all and to ignore the world’s problems. A girl wants what she used to have, and to face herself, she’ll use anyone and everything close to her.
I wanted a big house. One with a huge living room to entertain all my family and mates. Of course a garden, table and 4 chairs, a book-case, no a library to hold all my books. I smile at my present flat and send it blessings.
Wanted is a word. It has a W. It also has an A, an N, a T, an E, and a D in it, Wanted is in past tense; Want means something that you wish you had. Eg.
Mandy wanted to be seen. Red lipstick, the shortest skirt,tall black boots,a lace blouse from a French boutique. When she hit Oxford Circus the traffic stopped and the police hooted her. She carried on walking, claiming the middle of Oxford Street for 10 minutes and she got away with it.
This was what I wanted. Nothing was what I wanted. Peace. Silence. A good fuck in the morning. A good sneeze. I wanted it, and now I didn’t want it anymore.