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

And since she had started her ritual of gratitude, she felt compelled to thank others as they welled up in her still sleepy mind. After all, how often had she ever done this, and who knew what was next?

Before got chances to Prance/grab diploma… During youthful days’ Feckless certain look

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,

Until then, I long for my father to find rest, to fly away on the wings of a dove,* which is perhaps masquerading as a crow...

At this stage in his life he worried about everything. Five days before his seventy-eighth birthday, he scanned his body. Eyes cloudy....