Where imagination is the only limit
Mike lay bundled under several blankets, recounting his morning incident to Henry, who lay beside him. Mike owed Henry a great deal. When he became homeless, he wandered Prague for several days, sleeping in various dangerous spots. Once, he slept at the main train station and was nearly beaten by some young hooligans. Then, by … Read more
Mike was freezing. He was rummaging through a dumpster, stretching uncomfortably, which caused his worn-out jacket to ride up, letting the cold seep in. It was a truly damp and chilly morning. Winter was already making its presence known. What would Mike’s first winter on the streets be like? He didn’t know, but he had … Read more
Not that I was the one frequenting bars and pubs—that was more my boyfriend’s thing—but it had been a long time since I’d seen my friend. She’d been living with her boyfriend 80 km from our town for two years, so I suggested we all meet up, and if needed, they could stay overnight at … Read more
Homeless girl, I know you’re gonna say yuck, but this one was different. I’ve always had this urge to rescue women. I’ve always been drawn to it. I mean, women are some of the cutest creatures in the world. Their cute face, their eyes, their soft skin, their smell and their beautiful shapes. I take … Read more