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

There has been harm in my story, and as in all good stories, an enemy lurking.  Sometimes we say, “I would not wish this on my worst enemy,”

A crow’s distant cawing Gives voice to solitude Worn like a thorny cloak And mocks that final promise

We all struggle through life just trying to get by. We are all human, we are all sinful, and we are all innocent.

Midnight, screeching vehicles — School girls, screaming — to a truck                       abduction here, cyber fraud there—no jail time.