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

There has been harm in my story, and as in all good stories, an enemy lurking.  Sometimes we say, “I would not wish this on my worst enemy,”

I tell myself that compassion is my calling, and God will gather my fallen stories. He has given me a mother and friends who care about...

Journey into winter in a mother’s eyes Sun shines through, fleeting moments A lucid smile breaks the clouds Reminders of her summer life...

they ask me if i still think of death, i say i always have a shadow, like shafts of rain falling in sunlight. i don’t need monsters and...

When trouble lies ahead And evil shows its face, I am urged to retribution, But fight a different war. I do not consider them enemies,...