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

I never remembered him taking off his boots The way he crept to the side of the bed Pressed his toes gently on the rubber heels Sliding...

Except for the toddlers waddling on the track field like a flock of ducklings and a row of strollers lined up along a wall, the cement...

The sky is neutral, blue above, red at the edges – same for the earth, red and brown, occasional breaks for blue lakes and white snowcaps...