Valiant Scribe
A literary hub giving voice to the voiceless by retelling the human experience

Terror can't come to the phone right now. A bomb ate its homework. It's sorry it missed you but it had a hard time getting the sand and...

At the border, children cry in cages. Drenched in dark dreams, I wake. My mother reaches from the grave. Nails catch the hem of my dress....

The first seeds were sown a long time ago. When these small seed shells burst open they were scattered locally. They grew patchily at...

Dark winds bring what is known as the nasty hands of twisted fate. These strings are pulled and pushed by a figure no one lays eyes on....

Are a vast algebra of joy. They make splendid curves like eye-popping parabolas and give off a paradisal heat. They have tropical...

all, in masks, and the boy, in thunderbird-pokemon pants asks mom, how come? the question lasts and the sign on the storefront, splashed...

Written by Reed Venrick. Take the leafy, shaded path—follow the boardwalk, enter the Nakajima Teahouse—a name translating to "in the...

Dark skin, melanin Clearheaded and educated And now obviously frustrated From all the history books rewritten I know you expect us to...

None knows how I like to sleep at night even our mom who would say to you: ‘Your kuya sleeps like a baby, all curled up from his head to...

History Class Begins Again From the playground where they play, call the children back to class and school, teach the lessons they're...

When the frosts of winter had ceased Its snows melted Its cutting winds ameliorated; The pain will subside Our blood in our veins no...

Years from now, sermons and wisdoms will tell of my bravery in the face of wily woman, nameless woman, thirsty for exotic drink from this...

It’s as easy as cutting a cord, to separate the mothers and children— the ones seeking asylum from gangs and violence, so desperate to flee

Written by Jeff William Acosta I. It's 9 am Sunday. Another day I am forced to wake up while I'm in the process of drowning my body in...

How quick we are to pity murderers. Not because we see ourselves in them, I don't think but because of course a white woman's perceived...

She is sitting on the edge of a mountain in the Annapurna, her face, away from the camera, her gaze focused on the Lamjung peak,

my boss is from my country of origin has been in australia for many years he owns two restaurants employs newly arrived i’m just in this...

There’s a wall off in the distance that keeps immigrants out, as well as mountains and the river. And, on all sides off their house,...

My memories of him are divided between the person here and now from the way that he was before. The multi-faces and lives of Little...

i run fear paralyses me wait for the next time watch each word i say heart-rate quickens as HE gets home trembling hard inside pain...