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.

I have danced to the crashing wave’s defiant beat With each step, I roar against the storm's wild retreat This is what it means to be me

Sometimes, magic requires distance; it tends to vanish as you get closer (or older). 

Mama, do not weep for the flower that withered in the cold, for I have bloomed anew

You got your Happy Seat; I’m going to have my Grouch Chair. Figured if I get down I may as well sit down...I tried it already. It works.

Until then, I long for my father to find rest, to fly away on the wings of a dove,* which is perhaps masquerading as a crow...

An adjective people throw around when feeling energetic or unfocused. A joke for most is a reality for me.

Becoming untouchable takes time. Start young. Instill quiet oppression. Reinforce the stakes, ignore the quakes, the terror. Regular...

What one writer can make in the solitude of one room is something no power can easily destroy. – Salman Rushdie I don’t need your praise...

Only those reluctant dullards who became wise at the expense of innocence can understand the inference that the sourness of mangrove...

No matter how loud or quiet things got, in our house and in our heads, we could always count on one thing. The towels on the rack were...