Writing a new story

For a concept album..... It started out as something sort of autobiographical and now it's turning into something alot more spiritual... well, it was spiritual anyway.

Anyhow, I have written the first song for this project... I love Garageband. It's makes my awful guitar playing sound good! the music is heavily influenced by the 80's synth pop sound more than rock. I'll be putting up demos for the songs on both my facebook and myspace (http://www.myspace.com/kazidicarli).... I think that's it... If I put it on a different one, I'll be sure to let you know.

Here is a brief synopsis of the songs and such from  my reverbnation blog.

Blind- A young woman, Kazi, is singing to her Spiritual Guardian, Gregor, wondering where he is after he was nearly destroyed by some rather malevolent spirits. She has had so many problems lately that she wonders if he is even around anymore. She wonders if maybe she is just going blind.  

Deaf (working title)- Kazi tries to tell a young man she loves him. He seems to be deaf as no matter how many times she tells him how great he is, he doesn't believe it. frustrated, she believe he is deaf to her.  

Tactile- The Young Man cannot bring himself to hold Kazi when she needs him the most. He explains that it's not her. He just doesn't know what to do for her.  

Forget- Kazi reveals that she is a keeper of memories. She has stored every memory from when she was born until now. She explains how difficult it is for her to live a normal life when she is constantly reminded of her own failures in life.  

Taste- Kazi and the Young Man get a drink. She considers the taste of the beer, the tastelessness of the bread, and soon ponders the taste of the Young Man's sudden kiss.  

Sudden Senses- The Young Man suddenly reveals himself at that moment to be Gregor... or rather a channel for him at the moment. Kazi and Gregor are finally reunited it seems. Gregor, as the Young Man, takes Kazi home  

Out- The Young Man, drunk and no longer channeling Gregor, realises what he has done with Kazi and commands her to leave. After this rage, he realises again what he has done but before he can do anything, he passes out.  

Touch- Kazi reflects on her night with the Young Man and Gregor and distinguishes between the two different touches.  

Forget (reprise)- Kazi, haunted by memories finally has had enough. She finds herself walking absentmindedly across a street. Suddenly, as she thinks of how to forget everything, it is done for her as a car strikes her.  

Smell- The Young Man sits in the hospital room next to Kazi's lifeless body. He is struck by the fact he cannot smell anything for it is so sterile in the room. He suddenly can smell something, the smell of pipe smoke. He cannot see anyone smoking a pipe until he suddenly comes face to face with Gregor.  

Senseless/ Don't Forget/ Touch (reprise)- Gregor explains to the Young Man that he was the last chance Gregor had with connecting to Kazi again. He also tells him of how Kazi was a memory keeper and that the stress of so many memories is what has led to her premature death. The Young Man pleads with Gregor to not let her die as she is his friend, but Gregor tells him it is not for him to decide. The Young Man reflects on his night with Kazi and the vague memories he has of it. He slowly starts realising he does love her as Gregor starts to slowly absorb himself into the Young Man. He finds himself pleading with Death for Kazi's life. Death does not state whether or not he will spare Kazi but instead tells the Young Man not to forget but to always remember what he has learned from this loss. The Young Man find himself singing to Kazi as Death repeatedly tells him not to forget.

More News

I am thinking of putting out a CD. If you have been frequenting my myspace (http://www.myspace.com/flippin39k ) then maybe you can help me... I am not sure how many songs or which songs I should put on it... I know that Parakeet and Ebola Monkey are going on it... (Parakeet will be rerecorded for the CD) but I am not too sure of the other songs...

Also, be prepared for some more new characters in my comic..

YAY! Not too much longer! Exactly a Week until I leave Utah (sadly not for good :( )

Good Dreams!

YAY! Finally had a good dream last night... I don't want to say it cause it mightnot come true but it was wonderful.... At least I think that was him... hmm.....

Anyhow... huh... what was I talking about?

Hee hee... 35 Days, 5 hours, 53 minutes before I see The Who in Wembley! YAY!!!!!! And before I turn 19! HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE

A New Story

I'm going to be writing a new story (My Eugenics one is scrapped until I can find the original papers it was written on and the Roan one is on hiatus until I regain interest in it). This one I think I may actually be able to do something with... it's kinda Science Fiction and doom and gloom.

However, the cat is demanding attention and I must give it to her...

A couple of notes...

So, the story I was writing is on hiatus for a bit...

However, I have done a couple of videos for youtube concerning my comics... Search for Obani U Wena and you should be able to find them...

Chapter 2... I think... It's short

Chapter 2
Wynn and Roan stopped at the gates of Aeden. They saw a tall man, looking sternly at the pair.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“We are centaurs from outside the city. I must take my son to one of your scholars for he stutters. I have heard that there is a man in your city that can help him… Please let us in… we will not be long.” Wynn said submissively.
The guard looked at her and then at Roan. He sighed and opened the gate of the city. Roan looked up at the guard. He had never seen a man before. The guard was tall and muscular, with dark black hair and a cruel weapon in his hand. Roan gulped. He hoped all humans were not like this. Wynn grabbed his hand and the two walked into the city.
The first thing Roan noticed was how busy the city was. He gasped at how many of these humans there were and how different they all were. They all wore strange coverings on their bodies. Some carried baskets full of food while others carried what Roan later learned was pottery. A young child threw a ball that hit him in the side, causing him to whinny loudly. Everyone stopped their activity and looked at the two centaurs in amazement. Wynn sighed and grabbed her son’s hand.
“Come, Roan. Stay near me…”
Roan nodded and walked with his mother through the streets. She took him down an alley where there was a small home. She knocked on the door and an older man came out.
“Demosthenes…” Wynn began. “Please help my son…”
The old man smiled and pulled out a bag.
“Put these pebbles in your mouth, and speak with them… do not stop doing this until a month has passed…” He said.
Roan cocked his head. He had no idea why this man was having him do this, but the man was obviously a scholar. Wynn thanked Demosthenes and left with her son. When they finally got outside the gate, she handed him the bag of pebbles.
“Now do as he told you. Then maybe the other foals will not laugh.” She said.
Roan nodded. He stuck the pebbles in him mouth.
“Mm-ma! Th-they tasth sthrange!” he said.
That’s because you’ve never had pebbles in your mouth…” she smiled.
The two began the walk back to the shelter of their cave.

Chapter 1

Chapter 1
Wynn stood on the hill overlooking Aeden. The city was beautiful from far away. Of course, Wynn had never been there. Centaurs were not common visitors to Aeden. She smiled at the thought of her unborn son being able to wake up to the beautiful view of the city.
Wynn was a young, cream mare with a dark mane and tail. She was the daughter of a chief of the tribe of Centaurs that lived near Aeden. As a filly, she was playful and known to often get into trouble. Now, she was calmer and more refined, like her mother had trained her to be.
She heard footsteps behind her and felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked to see a large, strong stallion. His black fur shone in the sun.
“How are you feeling Wynn?” he asked.
“I am alright, Ariul…” she smiled. “It won’t be long now…”
Ariul and Wynn had met the previous summer. Ariul was an orphan and had been raised by a faun. When the two met, the chief elder, Chiron, said that their union was blessed by the gods. Now, Wynn was going to have her first son. She smiled at her mate and then looked back at the city.
“Will he be safe with the humans so close?”
“Of course… humans don’t attack Centaurs… He will be fine, Wynn.” Ariul replied. “Our son will grow big and strong and when he is older, he will find a mare to bear his child and carry on the family name.”
Wynn smiled. She nuzzled her mate and the two headed back to their cave. It was dark inside, but Wynn took solace in knowing that her mate was close by. The two lay side by side, keeping each other warm during the night.
The silence of the night was disturbed by a wail of pain from Wynn.
“Ariul! It’s happening!” She cried out.
Ariul sprung to his hooves and galloped out of the cave to the midwife’s cave. They quickly returned and, after a long amount of time, Roan was born. Wynn held her son, smoothing his black fur and stroking his blond hair. His blue eyes opened and he looked up at his mother. She smiled and then looked at her mate.
“He’s beautiful,” Wynn whispered.
“Yes he is…” Ariul responded. “And he will grow up to be a fine stallion one day… perhaps a warrior for the humans…”
Wynn smiled. Perhaps the humans would take in her son when he was old enough… after all, Chiron had been a scholar for the humans and had even fought a war for them.
The family stayed huddled in the warmth of the cave as the night grew still once more.
The next morning was a busy one for the colt. He was to be presented to Chiron to be named. Wynn and Ariul led him to the elder centaur as the little colt played with a flower that had momentarily distracted him. The flower brushed the top of his head, sprinkling its red pollen into his hair.
“Son!” Wynn exclaimed when she saw his now red streaked hair.
It was too late to clean him up again. Chiron was already waiting for them at his tent. He smiled and squinted at the little centaur. His vision was very poor so instead of seeing a small, black centaur with pale skin and blond hair that had been colored by pollen, he saw a red blur that looked like a centaur.
“I have never seen a colt that was so red as your son…” Chiron said with a smile. “His name shall be Roan…”
Wynn and Ariul looked at each other.
“I can see troubling times ahead for your son… but he shall be protected, for he was chosen by the gods… I see a bull over him and a sheep with him… his guardians in this life… Perhaps even his teachers…” Chiron said.
“Why is he chosen?” Wynn asked.
“I do not know… I just know that he is important…” Chiron said.
Wynn and Ariul looked down at their son who was currently nibbling on the flower he was once holding. This was the colt that was chosen by the gods?
The next week was when Roan was to start his education under Andrea, a very strict, older centaur. She had lost her mate years back in a storm and was still bitter from it. She held her classes in an olive grove not too far from the city. Roan joined the other young centaurs in his class. They were already talking and laughing with each other. The moment they all saw him, they could tell he was different. He wasn’t talking to anyone and he seemed to be very shy.
“Roan, take your seat next to Sassacus,” Andrea snapped.
Roan looked around to see a red colt. The colt waved his hand and Roan walked over cautiously.
“Hi! I’m Sassacus… You must be Roan.”
Roan looked down at his hooves. He nodded quickly. Sassacus cocked his head.
“What’s the matter? Don’t you talk?” He asked.
Roan shook his head.
“But everything talks!” Sassacus said.
“Settle down, students,” Andrea snapped, causing all of the young centaurs to snap to attention. “Now I want you all to introduce yourselves to the class!”
Roan’s eyes widened. Sassacus stood up.
“My name is Sassacus. I have a big brother who fights wars for the humans and a sister who lives in the city and weaves tapestries!” the colt exclaimed.
“Very good. Next.” Andrea said.
Roan looked around. He was next. But he knew he didn’t want to talk to the other foals. He shook his head.
“Roan, introduce yourself to the class.” Andrea said, growing impatient.
“He can’t speak, ma’am,” Sassacus said.
“Nonsense! All creatures can speak. Even the rocks speak at times… Now tell us who you are.”
Roan gulped and rose.
“M-m-my n-name is-s R-roan…” He stuttered. “I w-w-w-w-was ch-chosen b-by the g-g-g-g-gods-s…”
The foals erupted in laughter. Roan began to cry and ran out of the olive grove. He could still hear the taunts of the others.
“He talks funny!”
“How could he be chosen by the gods?”
“C-c-come b-b-b-back, freak!”
Roan ran all of the way to his cave, tears streaming down his cheeks. Wynn was sitting in the cave and was there to greet him.
“Roan, what’s wrong?” She asked.
“Th-th-the other f-f-f-f-foals l-laughed at m-m-m-m-me…” He sobbed.
Wynn immediately knew the problem. She sighed.
“My son… do not feel bad that they laugh… some of the greatest human scholars have stuttered…” She whispered. “You were chosen by the gods… there is nothing that those children can say or do to hurt you anymore…”
Roan looked up at her. He shook his head.
“I d-don’t w-w-w-want to g-go to s-s-sc-school any m-more…”
Wynn sighed. She held her son close.
“I know that you don’t… you know what I’ll do.. I’ll take you to see someone who can help you speak… Then you won’t have to worry about the other foals laughing at you.”
Roan smiled and nodded. Wynn took his hand.
“Follow me, for we have to go to the City.” Wynn said.
Roan followed his mother as they ran to the city in full gallop.