Stories tagged “want”
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Maybe
Maybe sometimes you give me butterflies. Maybe sometimes you make me so, so happy and giddy I could smile on and on and on. Maybe you make me want to hug you, and never, ever let go. Maybe I really really want to tell you. Maybe I don’t know how....
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Something
“Katie, where are you taking me?” We just finished dinner and were now leaving the restaurant. She said she had a surprise for me. I’m not one for surprises. “For all the years I’ve know you, you have ruined every surprise...
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I want it
I so desperately want it to be me. I so desperately want to be the one you think about. Obsess over. Can’t get out of your head. The one of write about, dream about. The one you think of when you can’t sleep. It’s that vain feeling we...
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The Schlub and The Descent
Some people look at the depravity and atrocities of war and say, indignantly and piously, this is why we should not have war. Yeah, right. As if you could wave a wand and say there is no more war. Wherever there is want, fear, envy, lust, and all those...
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Backpack Love, Greed, and Mischief
It was a simple thing, sewn of a nylon blend and coated in waterproofing sealant. The zippers were heavy duty and the stitching was machine tough. The pockets were deep and there were at least 20 of them. Best of all it came in her favorite color, camo...
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I tried.
Stop blaming me. I tried. I tried so damn hard… harder than you’ll ever know. I tried to make you happy, to make everyone happy. But I can’t do it all. And no matter how much I do there’s always something left undone. Something ...
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Want vs Need [poem]
I want to write. I need to write. It’s a desire that goes down deep into my core, a desire that cannot be topped by anything else in this world. I want to write. I want to feel the pen under my hand, moving in its rhythm with the world. I need to...
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Touch
Sensory Overload. Everything hurt. I had been the same… but it hadn’t hurt before. I hadn’t felt it before. My head was pounding, ears ringing, palms bleeding, legs shaking, feet throbbing, my whole body aching. Years of pain had been...
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Motives
“Listen, Rachel.” James starts. “I know who you are.” He squeezes his voice through an uneasy, clenched smile, leans in and slides his hand onto hers— the same one she’s using to grasp her pistol by the barrel beneath the table. Jam...
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Without
At first it’s just a flicker. She blinks to make sure she saw correctly, but her mouth is there in the mirror and she gives herself a preparatory smile. It looks good. She walks through the day on the safe road that she has paved for herself with...
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Satisfaction
I want to have something to say. I need to have something to say. I feel it in my chest, way down deep, at the base of my throat, wanting to come out. Reach in there and grab it, force it out. I want to so badly. I just don’t know what it is. Or ...
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I WANT
I want you, I desire kisses, I hunger words, I demand your attention! I require your taste, I fancy your laughter, I crave your smile, I need your tears. I yearn for your touch, I am hankering for your voice, I want to be wanted, I am deprived of a bre...
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Unlovable.
What is it about me that makes me so unlovable? Why am I alone every single day? What about me is so wrong so vile so downright unattractive that makes me so extraordinarily unwanted by every person on this forsaken planet? What should I change? I ...
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Pining for Rain
Kirk sat on his porch waiting for the rain to come, not just waiting; willing, needing, desperately wanting. The sun slipped down behind the mountains far in the west, like a climber whose strength was failing him one inch at a time. It had been a year...
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Appledore Island
I’ve stopped looking at things and seeing them, really, irresolute detailing; minute sand of rock; planet of granite, I can’t un- d e r s t a n d it; I w- ant a person to hide m- y secrets, to share their re- grets with, who ‘ll let me pu...