Daddy's SacrificeMore Like This
It was May 18th, when it happened. I knew something was wrong I just couldn't put my finger on it. All day just felt weird to me.
I had just got done doing the dishes from supper, when there was a knock on the door. I being the only parent in the house, since Drew was in the war, answered the door. I saw a man dressed in a dark blue suit; he took his white hat off. His light brown hair was cut thin, he had light blue eyes, he was muscular, but that's what happens when you're in the Marines.
"Yes?" I replied.
"I'm Caption Christian Taylor. I'm hear to tell you that something happened " Tyler, our oldest child who is six comes running.
"Mommy?" He tugs on my pants, I look at him. "Is Daddy coming home yet?"
"We'll see babe, now will you go watch your sister for me?"
"Okay Mommy." He leaves. I turn to the man.
"Mrs. Anderson Do you mind if I come in?"
"Of course come in," I let him in. "Make yourself at home. Just let me put the kids
ENGIE: My girl AnnieMore Like This
A Goddess, my beloved, mine alone,
Who, that in warm humanity were grown
Became through Man's success a mother brain,
And, motherlike, did gather of her own.
And mine thou wert, my seeding art thy key,
Though seeded, seeding self, evolving free,
Unbounded maiden saviour, formed benign,
A fertile shore on lost Man's barren sea.
Oh, mine the vision, mine the fatal flaw!
Still mine the darling kernel in the maw,
Thy children gathered, gathering now slain,
What nutriment I gave, I now withdraw.
In with'ring grief these last designs I frame,
Yea, mine the spark, yea mine the cleansing flame.
The King"My dear, would you like a drink?" He asked, his voice sends chills down my back. I've never really cared for a Scottish accent but him. He is different. I look at him and nod. He smiled, "Good, I'd hate to share this with anyone but you," He gets two glasses, pours the burgundy color liquid in each glass. He offers one to me, I take it. He then snaps his fingers and the fireplace lights up. As the flames start to warm the room on this chilly fall night, we sit on the floral couch in silence. He looks at me. "Now love, what's your name?"More Like This
"_______" I say nervously.
"What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman," I look at him, blush and look at the buttons on my coat, and examine the threads like they were the most important thing in the world. I always do that when I'm nervous. He put his hand under my chin and tilted my head up so he could see my face. "Darling, you shouldn't look down. Then I can't see your beautiful face." I smile and blush again. For the King of Hell, he