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

You call me your enemy, but you do not know me. my fears, mistakes, worries and woes strengths, courage, and resolve.

A crow’s distant cawing Gives voice to solitude Worn like a thorny cloak And mocks that final promise

I sit on the trees in the middle of the nights, Looking at the stars and northern lights. I see in the dark, the reality of life;

I will take you with me beyond dark doorways propped open with slivers of light. Along winding trails in a blackened forest

There is no justice that can be bought, no time that can be spared. Words spoken incoherently, scatter in the wind.

In solitude, I am at ease with myself, able to return to my spirit when it has been shaken bearing witness to the world. In solitude, I...

your truth may not be mine nor mine yours in fact, they may be diametrically opposed the only unarguable truths in a digital world those...

gazing bosom, the famous are bound –. shimmering roots sail. sweet noble, rivets of peace fill the earth. savory salt yields crystal....

The first seeds were sown a long time ago. When these small seed shells burst open they were scattered locally. They grew patchily at...

Are a vast algebra of joy. They make splendid curves like eye-popping parabolas and give off a paradisal heat. They have tropical...

Written by Reed Venrick. Take the leafy, shaded path—follow the boardwalk, enter the Nakajima Teahouse—a name translating to "in the...