Crush Stories

15th of November – Season 3 "Juan, where are we going?" Juan can Zonder looked at his companion The eighteen-year-old Teresa Koek had a worried look on her face but he knew that there was an excitement building in her as he led her up the mountain. "You'll see." "When you asked me out on a date, I didn't think it would involve hiking up a mountain. Are you always this physical?" When JVZ smiled at her question, she blushe...

One, two, three, When I close my eyes, it's you I see A smile that warms my heart I wish you to be my fresh start One, two, three When I'm alone, I think of thee The sweetness of your laughA future, I hope we craft One, two, threeLet us lay beneath a peach treeWhere our lips could touch I crave you so much One, two, three You make me feel free A light in the darknessA peaceful stillness One, two, three I pray for you to s...

  Kissing the girl   Errin slipped out through one of the side doors, the hot and sticky summer air enveloped her. The heatwave has rolled over the city the past few days relentless and scorching. She needed some cool air, for more than one reason. The red wine, tequila and the usual cigarette with wine have unlocked bottled up feelings. She sighed, she had hoped that the night air would cool her down and clear her mind,...

She walks heavily on her feet,As she approaches a netted court;Her torso bounces in rhythmic beatAnd my heart sustains a petite mort. I breathe less when she is present,And I pause to study her frame;She is muscled to a greater extent,Than others of her game. She smiles and twirls with elegance,As she acknowledges the crowd;I sigh for I’m not relevant,“Sereee-naaa!” I scream out loud. Her lioness eyes often dare,And I can...

I dreamed of elephantsStately protectors upon themTrampling all of lesser ilk.And who should they ride to?What jewel drives them?Do they care the name?Majesty and mysteryLoneliness and sadnessOf both sides in my vision.In daylight I find my fearsCrashing upon me like those terrible legsCrush as they try, it's no avail.Too late, too lateWhat remains has dried and shrunkDark and pitiful like the mouse.

They stood at a busy street crossing in Vancouver, BC, waiting for the pedestrian traffic lights to turn green. As the traffic stopped and they started walking, she reached for his hand and held it. He looked at her in confusion. They had hung out a few times before, but always as ordinary friends and never had any physical touch before. It felt a little weird for him that suddenly they were holding hands like dating coup...

Here I am, sitting on a large bus of high-school students (with a few middle-schoolers thrown in), as we are riding back from a church trip. My heart is heavy, and all I can do is stare out the window at the trees that line this Alabama highway, and think about what I’ve done. Sitting next to me is one of my best friends, who is the closest guy friend that I have. I won’t tell you his real name, but let’s call him Austin....