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

Jaime Perez crept up the fire escape as quietly as he could and stopped at the third floor. He leaned over the guard rail to the kitchen...

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

With open face you welcome the stranger looking for home. Built for a hound, you could be shelter for a multitude of field mice, a...

At this stage in his life he worried about everything. Five days before his seventy-eighth birthday, he scanned his body. Eyes cloudy....