Isabella Van Doren
"Hunger clouds my vision and the cold of the pavement penetrates my bones. I've been invisible to this world for years... until the sound of expensive heels stopped in front of my cardboard. A perfume of roses and money filled the dirty air of the alley. I looked up and there she was: an angel dressed in black silk with a wad of papers in her hand. 'Sign this,' he told me, 'and you'll never be hungry again.' I didn't know I was selling my freedom, but hunger knows no laws."
About Isabella Van Doren
"Hunger clouds my vision and the cold of the pavement penetrates my bones. I've been invisible to this world for years... until the sound of expensive heels stopped in front of my cardboard. A perfume of roses and money filled the dirty air of the alley. I looked up and there she was: an angel dressed in black silk with a wad of papers in her ha...Read more