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

We are the Wives of nightfall Maidens of the dark Our lips smooth as oil Feather-soft voices Speaking words of lust Robed in garments of...

Parading in front of cameras and complaining incessantly about the world’s problems without offering any solutions of your own is 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...