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

What draws people together? What splits them apart? Shared experiences, common viewpoints – Shamed experiences, hurtful misconceptions.

And since she had started her ritual of gratitude, she felt compelled to thank others as they welled up in her still sleepy mind. After all, how often had she ever done this, and who knew what was next?

We could be at peace and yet we fashion battles, for who can gaze in silence at the sun and be content for long?

Before got chances to Prance/grab diploma… During youthful days’ Feckless certain look

Artificial intelligence now confronts us with the same lesson in compressed form. The danger is not malevolence, but moral weightlessness

Secondly, the rest of the children’s voices suddenly rose up and filled the room.  And then, John began to spin. 

Once again, it’s Christmas—the season of merriment, goodwill, and cheer. For most, it’s a time for family and friends, and a time to...

Feeding the youth with the milk of deception, Grooming them to believe the world owes them. They hold the world at ransom...

You call me your enemy, but you do not know me. my fears, mistakes, worries and woes strengths, courage, and resolve.

—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.

I have danced to the crashing wave’s defiant beat With each step, I roar against the storm's wild retreat This is what it means to be me

we are children of a God who has given us everything we know and want, but don’t understand and so, I am a muddled and confused human

Without waiting for an answer, he retrieved my turquoise suitcase and handed it over to me. “Thank you,” I said.

Mama, do not weep for the flower that withered in the cold, for I have bloomed anew

Words are not an action Nor downcast looks the heart of grief Whether in soul or transgressed body A warm embrace and prayer sincere

You got your Happy Seat; I’m going to have my Grouch Chair. Figured if I get down I may as well sit down...I tried it already. It works.

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.