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

An adjective people throw around when feeling energetic or unfocused. A joke for most is a reality for me.

The last time I passed by the house it was derelict and overgrown, regressing to an Irish-style wilderness.

I walked where Passenger trains Carried lives and Their once warm, Now cold, dreams And I was part of Each life, now gone To ether and mist