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Hello and welcome to Broken [Q]!

This site is primarily a personal blog for Rizza B, but will also have many other things as well such as graphic banners and icons and a few pages from a story she is currently working on.

And so, feel free to look around and have a read. Enjoy!

Writer’s Block

It was a cold and stormy night…

“Scratch that.”

CLASH! The thunder roared…

“No, no. That just doesn’t do.”

Once upon a time?

“Dammit! No.”

The sound of the typewriter clicking away and the backspace making white marks on the not-so-immaculate sheet of paper echoed around the room. If it were possible, sweat pooled around our frustrated writer and marks of perspiration stained the back and front of his shirt. He pulled at his head and titled his head back in preparation of an anguished cry. However, all that came out from his lips were the silent screams of a man with writer’s block.

“Why can’t I think of anything?” he said to himself out loud, glaring daggers toward the typewriter as if it were the cause of the man’s dilemma. “Dammit!”

He pushed away from the desk in front of him, causing his chair to screeched in pain as it slid across the wooden floorboards. His elbows fell against his knees and his head sank into his large and trembling hands. “This used to be so easy…” he told himself aloud, reminiscing on old times long ago.

Suddenly a knock came to his door and he stared at the manmade ‘people-stopper’ for a moment. The knock came again, but louder, and he had no choice but to rise from his seat and answer the call.

“What?” he said immediately, even before the door was fully open and he could see the owner of the knock.

“What a way to greet a girlfriend,” came a woman’s soft, but stern voice.

Our troubled writer instantly felt like jumping away and diving behind an object for protection of his beauty’s wrath. He smiled sheepishly and moved to the side, allowing the young woman room to enter. “I um, sorry,” he stuttered, watching the woman with a wary eye.

“You should be sorry,” she said, keeping her back toward him. “What the hell have you been doing these passed four days? This place is a pigsty!”

Her eyes roamed around the room, her lips upturning into a disgusted frown. There were leftovers from the last time she had visited all over the floor and couch. Fruit flies fly around like small vultures over the garbage can that held everything but the garbage. “It reeks in here! Don’t you know how to at least open a window?” she scolded, turning around and glaring at him.

“I’ve been busy!” he retorted, trying to defend himself from the storm he knew to be coming.

“Busy writing? Jason, please! Give it up! It’s over! If you’re going to continue then at least having some sort of other job to take care of yourself!” she yelled as she took a step toward him and away from the cluttered mess she was once glaring at.

“I never asked you to!” he roared.

Her jaw dropped from the shock of his words directed only for her. “Well, sorry for trying to help you!” she shouted back, anger pulling away from the mess and heading toward the man standing across from her.

“You could at least be more supportive of this! All that ever comes out from that mouth of yours is nagging and complaints!” he paused for a moment, only realizing what he had just said seconds later. His eyes widened and he just stared at her, bracing himself for her words.

“You want me to be supportive?” she asked, a bitter tone in her voice. “You want me to be supportive?” she repeated. “I have been! For five years, Jason! Five whole fucking years! What do I get for taking care of you, making sure you don’t choke on your own misery? Nothing! That’s what I get! Nothing!”

“I’m sorry Amy, I didn’t mean to…” he stopped himself when the girl’s evil glare intensified and all he wanted to do at that moment was to cower and hide.

Projects Galore

So, hey everyone! I’ve decided to let you all in a little something that me and a few friends have started cooking up…

See, I have this dream of becoming a director or scriptwriter and I wanted to do a few things to practice or see if I’ve got what it takes to do those things before I fully commit to the idea. So I’ve decided to make something like a TV show that’ll I’ll be posting up on YouTube!

I know, that idea seems a little bold and crazy but… It’s just to practice. I’ve already got the story, the script for episode one written down, the location, the cast, and the crew. I’m basically all set, except for the most important thing… A camcorder/video camera.

Now, here’s something of bad news.

I’m going to have to pause on this little blog site of mine to plan more on the project. I’ll give updates here and there, but it won’t be that frequent. Though, I will be updating on my Twitter more often so you guys can check up on me through that.

So, for now, this is a see you later

Hey!

Hey!

So sorry to anyone who’d been coming by here and finding nothing new… I’ve just been busy with school work, and writing things, and watching things for school work, and all these other things….

Just making a post to let you all know that I’m here and well. Sorry I haven’t got much to say! I’ll get back to you guys on that – I promise! @_@;

School and Story Ideas

Hey there,

Sorry I haven’t posted any entries as much as I used to. Who thought college/school would get in the way?

Right now I’m trying to make some notes for my Humanites class because I’ve got a test on Thursday but only got the book today. Yeah, the professors did talk about it in class but there’s a few things in the book that they didn’t add. So… Here I am… Making notes. Well, I’m procrastinating.

We’re talking about Descartes and Freud right now, and that other guy…Nietzsche. So, we’re discussing anything about the mind and right now my head hurts… Too much going on to think straight. And that one thing they say in the book…

“He couldn’t doubt that he was doubting, for if he doubted that he was doubting, he would nonetheless be doubting.”

Of course my first reaction was “What the fuck?” because that is just confusing. Especially when you’ve been sitting there for a couple of hours with your eyes burning from reading for so long. But, one good thing did come out from that…

I came up with the coolest idea for my little story ever but… I’m afraid of going through with it. I’m going to need to discuss this idea with a few others first, to get their input on it. It’s really cool and I can sort of prove it with a few “facts of life”. It’s really cool! I want to say it but I’m not so sure about it yet… ARGH.

So yeah… what was I talking about? My head hurts.. :S

Oh, my idea? I think…

Here’s what I have so far… It’s about Lucifer, Heaven, Hell, Angels, Demons, Archangels (most likely Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael).

Shades of Gray…

Here’s a small bit – a very small bit – of a short story that I’m working on. It’s so small that it’s barely a significance to anything but it might be enough to catch your eye.

Well, here it is.

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Shades of Gray

“I think it all happened when the rain started to fall.”

I remember starin at the side of her face for moments at a time, wondering if she would ever more or even turn to face me. I remember her being still, like a scarecrow guarding its crops yet she shivered not from the cold, but from something else. The memory of it all was a bit blurry, like someone had made everything in shades of gray.

“What else?” the man sitting across from me asked, “What else do you remember, Jerry?”

“It was really quiet. There were no cars out, and no one else was around,” I replied, telling him only part of what I remember.

The next thing I could recall was that it was raining hard, really hard. It felt like someone was throwing large pebbles at me from the sky with a very angry flick of the arm. I had looked at her and she still didn’t move. She didn’t even flinch from the pain I knew she was feeling.

“Tell me everything, Jerry,” the man demanded. His voice was sterner and more intimidating, as if he thought fear would bring my memory back.