The Meaning of Blue Roses

Lilac By Dodi Bullock January 6 2018 Lilac wrapped her mouth around the silver guns barrel inhaling deeply as her gloved finger moved to its trigger. Countless scars covered her hands. Drugs, and bottles of whiskey lay scattered across her bedroom. It was night.   The moon's rays of dull silver light shine through the window, barely giving any light in the dark apartment room. Every light seemed to be off. Everything mute.   Slowly the almond skinned girl raised her eyes. To her own surprise, Lilac angerly jerked the pistol out of her mouth and slammed it down yelling and screaming and crying. Her blue green orbs snapped up to the moon. It's brightness seemed to mock Lilac. Mocking her for even caring that her parents were gone. "Be strong,'' she whispered. "You once broke a rib and didn't cry, so don't start now".   However a stray tear rolled down her cheek. Lilac sighed and wiped it away with her palm. Her heart ached as she heard s...

Thank you God for this day.  Help me use your time wisely. Everything we have is from you.

The Red Cross investigation was over the phone hacking and eavesdropping on donated blood. They were listening to people with medical conditions and attacking me over giving blood. Attacks on Google maps and Facebook and lawyers and weirdo stuff. When I explained everything to him(the investigator), I tried to do it rationally and he said it really didn't sound all that impossible that this occurred. He said it does happen in New York which is where he was from. Quite often nowadays, but usually it's someone affiliated with criminals or the mob or organized crime. I told him it seems like nobody believes me that this happens in small cities in the south. I think it's someone crazy and I think they were hacking a bunch of people and when they did Hospice or someone else or one of those lawyers they actually thought it was me telling on people.  Then there was the idiot that listened to my sister sell a house, my Aunt when her mom and dad died, and my former father ...

Damon used to drink and drive with my daughter in the vehicle. No matter how much I cried or begged, or tried to address it or told anyone, nothing was done. It seems as if my values were dismissed. In fact during the divorce process awful things were done by family members and the community. DFACS calls, suicide alerts, law enforcement calls, stalking me, interception of all of my digital correspondence, be it calls, text or messages. Awful torture that was tied to all these other things on top of the worry of the addictions and safety of my children. It seems as if every threat was aggressively made towards me for my values of my children and my life. I will not apologize for valuing my life and the life of others. In fact I was financially, emotionally and physically drained and when everything I had was gone he was too. It used to be in the mornings after I knew he had drank heavily the night before and was taking a handful of Xanax and was off driving to work. I would ...

 This entry is for Mrs. Judy Freshour.  In light of the events of the past decade, all I could think of as my memories were trolled relentlessly, is your delicious stuffed peppers, making cookies and Christmas treats by the old table in my parents kitchen.  Gosh, I must've been five or six.  I even recalled the cat Cocoa being thrown into the pool by David and Jay Kirkland in Beaufort as I ate cooled grits in a blue vinyl highchair.  Mother and Judy were busy making their hair into a bouffant utilizing the old hosed hair dryer in a white case that had a vinyl type cap that turned your head into a white button top mushroom.  I was barely three then.  Before the move to Columbia.  Anyway, after the attacks, and Damon left, (he was my second husband) I was going between Georgia and South Carolina.  Dusting myself off and starting over.  I came up with a healthy version of the stuffed bell peppers.  The Stuffed Cabbage is Mrs. Judy Hook...