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

Let me be remembered, not because of what I did or didn’t do, not for what I said or didn’t say, not for how much money I earned,

“Private!” I yelled. Midland: “What did you call me?” “Private Foster. I’m your sergeant. You’re not near Midland. You’re in Iraq.”

“As a child, I never imagined that one day I would see the Mountain devoid of snow and I don’t know when will I see the musk deer and the...