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

Sometimes, magic requires distance; it tends to vanish as you get closer (or older). 

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.