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

“Ms. Stafford,” she said quietly. “I’m sorry to startle you, but they told me at the hospital that you found me that morning and called for the ambulance. You saved my life. I wanted to stop by to thank you.”

I am flawed and imperfect imbued with conflicting emotions with extreme polarities in thought my anxieties instill fear and my fear breeds anxiety

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