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“Mama! I can’t sleep.” Travis pulled the covers over his eyes and waited. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” His mom ran into the room, settled onto the bed, her head tilted. Travis dared to poke one eye back into the world. “I’m scared.” His mom tried to hide her smile. “Scared of what? Papa and I are just in the next room. What has you so frightened?” “The monster…under the bed.” Travis whined like a four year old, even though he was already five. He lifted his chin in an attempt

Hey guys! It’s been a while since I’ve done one of these, so I figured I’d start the week off with a CC! My family has been furiously binge-watching TV shows in anticipation for premiere week next month! We just finished Riverdale last night and are (finally) 13 episodes away from catching up on Supernatural. (12 seasons is reeeaaallly long…) I heard that last night was the season finale of the final season for Teen Wolf, but since my middle daughter and I are only 1/2 way th

A police radio crackles to life as the paramedic dabs antiseptic on my bloody forehead. Lights from the cruiser outside flash through my living room. I squeeze my eyes shut. “Tell me again how you knew the man was here?” The officer is young, his face stoic as he scribbles in his little pad. “Neighbor. Across the street. Saw the attacker, called 9-1-1.” Pain laces down my neck. My shoulders tense. I see images of a man in black, his knife. That punch. I shiver. “Who?” “The li

“458, 3701, 3, 2, 1.” Stella joined Rocky in his walk as he counted his numbers. “Morning, Rocky.” She adjusted her backpack on her shoulders and kicked a stone on the crumbled sidewalk. “5, 5, 5.” He looked at an imaginary point straight ahead and gripped the straps to his pack a little tighter. His gaze never slid to his feet and he never looked anyone in the eye. Stella had always found it curious that he didn’t trip or fall. “Ready for that test in Pre-Algebra?” she said.