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

—it’s the pain of those unmet needs that exposes your claws and bares your teeth. Every fallen feather is a prayer—God, save this world.

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...

2020 was the cruelest year breeding ice-cold storms from pain and hatred long kept hidden away from the sun’s light. Something caged...

This is for the Church. I do not, as a rule, object to anyone of any persuasion reading my humble prose. So, Taoists, those who follow...

“You’ll feel different when you start using your Hebrew name,” Bayla said. We sat on the carpet as her children played, leaning against a...

“Honey,” I announced, “we’re selling the house.” My spouse was flabbergasted – until I explained. I had just opened an envelope...

A burning sensation began in the region of my small intestine and rose until the heat emanated from my face. My jaw tightened and my...

A short essay about how travel expands our sense of self and our understanding of the Other, and how in doing so it draws us closer to God.