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

—it’s the pain of those unmet needs that exposes your claws and bares your teeth. Every fallen feather is a prayer—God, save this world.

They killed a man whose words still echo forgiveness in the spaces under the Walnut Street Bridge, even the unspoken ones they know not...

The forest never sleeps and also cries for redemption, the soul of the Amazon, the trees of life-giving air.