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

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,”