Typewriter Disclaimer: The Royal's Whisper: A Serial Novel is a work of fiction. Any reference to real people or places in this story are purely coincidental. Part 1: Call of the Ancestors Rain fell softly against the window of the apartment. Miles Rowan could hear the faint rolling of distant thunder as he stared at his computer screen. The words did not come easy on this night. Miles searched desperately for the reason he was here, a way to make his family proud. Tonight,

Photo from Chris F on Pexels This piece, The Whitetail Guardian, is a short story, a work of fiction. Any and all references to real places, people, or situations, are purely coincidental. The old bowling alley was almost eerie in its relative quiet. The only sounds were my footsteps and my fifteen pound bowling ball rolling down lane 8, the far end of this small house. There was no mistake this establishment played second fiddle to the bar and restaurant upstairs. The sounds

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