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

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...

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...