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

A sky bathed in haze veils the prairies, bringing another day of whitish-grey over corn and soybeans and the skyscrapers of Chicago.

I looked for everything the way it was twenty years ago. Buffalo boys balancing on the horizon. Bungalows on stilts with woven reed...

garbage belches out tinsel dinnerware in celebration of yet another dinner Doordashed. since leftovers are not enough for tomorrow’s...