Hello, everybody. Let's play a little game. This will ooze out the creative juices in you. We will all create a story about Loreena. I will a post three sentences just to get you started and the rest of you will add on to whatever he or she has written to see what happens next. Here's goes mine:
One morning, Ms. McKennitt awoke to go to work. She opens the window to let in the fresh Canadian air. Letting out a deep breath, she said "What a gorgeous morning!"
Posts: 271 | Location: Sterling Heights, Michigan | Registered: December 04, 2007
Originally posted by Tree~of~Life: LOL, this is awesome, guys! I hope you don't mind me joining in.
The Mistress of the Harp ran up to the beautiful blue tent, throwing open the tapestry door. "Hey guys," she greeted, waving at the people in the tent: Brian Hughes, and a woman with deep red lips. A blood red loveknot was plaited into her long back hair.
Ms. McKennitt recognised the strangers she saw on the plane and in the tent as very familiar people. They were the characters from "The Highwayman", a song she had debuted more than ten years ago. The dark-eyed woman turned out to be Bess, an English landlord's daughter. That evening, the Lady of Quinlan Road, her faithful confidant Mr. Hughes and Bess had a splendid dinner of salad, fish and chips with vinegar (as it is customary in Canada to eat this way) and banana pudding made with Chiquita bananas for dessert. Then, they went to sleep with Ms. McKennitt blowing out the candle near them. As she slept, all snug in her dark green Coleman sleeping bag, Loreena found herself in a dark room. "Where am I?" she said. "What is going on here?" Without warning, the Canadian singer say a great ball of light approaching her and expanding. Right before her eyes was a handsome dark-haired man garbed in a blue robe and wings on his back. "Hello," said the red-haired vocalist. "What are you? Why are you here? I am Canadian and...I am not worthy of being visited by someone from heaven." "Do not be troubled, Loreena," said the visitor. "You are among the worthy of the Lord. I am your guardian angel. Your Heavenly Father has sent me to you to tell you to assist you in locating those responsible for stealing the ancient throne from Egypt." "Heavenly Father?" "Yes, Loreena," said the angel. "You are a daughter of God, the God Who gave you your red-hair and has chosen you to be a singer when you wished to be veternarian. I must inform you that those who stole the treasure was a dark group of Austrian magician writers, al-Kafka."
Posts: 271 | Location: Sterling Heights, Michigan | Registered: December 04, 2007
LOL, this is awesome, guys! I hope you don't mind me joining in.
The Mistress of the Harp ran up to the beautiful blue tent, throwing open the tapestry door. "Hey guys," she greeted, waving at the people in the tent: Brian Hughes, and a woman with deep red lips. A blood red loveknot was plaited into her long back hair.
Ms. McKennitt turned to Chief NeferRamses of the Egpytian Police and with a determined glint in her eye she stated, "As a matter of fact I think I do. And I know just where to find him!"
Chief NeferRamses was so grateful for the help that he offered the services of his private jet to Ms. McKennitt. As she was settling herself into her seat and fastening her seatbelt awaiting take off, Ms. McKennitt could see the dark and dangerous features of the villain.
His French cocked hat and chin-lace were all too familiar to the Canadian chanteuse. By now his doe skin breeches were well worn and the coat of claret velvet had mellowed with age. She only hoped that he no longer bore his pistol and rapier hilt!
"Now, here is di plan. Di plan is dat ve vill steal it vit de points of our pen vands and use de chair to create ferocious mutants. Then, ve vill take over de vorld. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Now who is for it?" Unaware what is happening in the world and after returning to Canada, Ms. McKennitt took a walk in Avon Park. She was hoping that the thought of King Tut's throne would get off her mind.
Still the throne was would not go away. The beauty of the throne was instilled in her mind and her curiousity was taking over like an invisible string pulling her back. Yet she had responsibilities to take care of here. The battle between her desire and her job tormented her even through the dark Canadian nights as nightmares ravaged her; keeping her from sleep. She woke one morning and booked a flight back to Egypt to see the throne.
When Ms. McKennitt arrived in Cairo, she discovered large troops of Egyptian police and their cars surrounding the musuem. The Canadian singer went up to one of the law enforcement personall and said, "What happened?" The policeman replied with an accent, "We just got infurrrmation dat da throne is stolin." "Do you know who might have done that?" "It is undir investigation now." I am Honorary Colonel of the 435 squadron of the Canadian Air Force, she thought. Therefore, it should be my duty to bring those thieves to justice. I will go after them myself.
Posts: 271 | Location: Sterling Heights, Michigan | Registered: December 04, 2007
"Now, here is di plan. Di plan is dat ve vill steal it vit de points of our pen vands and use de chair to create ferocious mutants. Then, ve vill take over de vorld. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Now who is for it?" Unaware what is happening in the world and after returning to Canada, Ms. McKennitt took a walk in Avon Park. She was hoping that the thought of King Tut's throne would get off her mind.
Still the throne was would not go away. The beauty of the throne was instilled in her mind and her curiousity was taking over like an invisible string pulling her back. Yet she had responsibilities to take care of here. The battle between her desire and her job tormented her even through the dark Canadian nights as nightmares ravaged her; keeping her from sleep. She woke one morning and booked a flight back to Egypt to see the throne.
Posts: 426 | Location: Gold Bar, Washington USA | Registered: November 11, 2006
When the show ended, Ms. McKennitt sat backstage in a chair and Dennis gave her latest issue of the Los Angeles Times. "Here you are, Ms. McKennitt," said Dennis as he got himself together to go home. "Thank you, Dennis," the singer answered. "Oh, by the way, honey. That was some duet we did." "I agree. Well, I gotta go, Loreena. Take care of yourself." Ms. McKennitt read a front page article about a recent archaelogical find in Egypt. It was a throne that once belonged to the slain youthful pharaoh, King Tutankammen. The government in Cairo was planning to display it in a museum in the Egyptian capital.
With long strides the Mistress of Music approaced the throne. Awe filled her eyes with wonderment as to what it would be like to sit upon such an elegant chair. What would it be like to rule over the land of sand at such a young and tender age; her mind wondered... She reached out to touch the glass that protected the chair to get a better understanding of what the throne represents; the power and control of the people of Egypt, what would be the best way to guide them to a prosperous country and to protect from invaders? She brushed a few strands of hair out of her eyes and then the colors of the chair swirled. Like a whirlwind her view become obscurred and her mind was foggy and unable to comprehend her surroundings. Slowly, colors changed, her head began to clear as she realized that she was no longer inside the museum. It was bright and sunny. She stood in a meadow with long grass and a gentle breeze that blew her long waves of gold. She heard a whisper of a voice, it was so tiny she had almost didn't believe it. "Come with me," the voice said again. "Where are we going and who are you? I cannot see you." "Walk towards the tallest cedar in the forest; there you will be able to see all of us." Loreena gently walked towards the tallest cedar she could see and once again she was in awe of what was in front of her. A bee buzzed by her ear and she moved out of the way. The bee came back to buzz in her face and she lifted her hands to swat it away until she saw a tiny face, little legs and skinny arms then a voice said, "Can you see me?" She quickly dropped her arms and replied, "Oh, I am so sorry, I thought you were a bee irritating me." "You are right on one, I was "bugging" you but I, Ms. McKennitt, am no bee." "Yes, of course not." "Have a seat, close your eyes and listen to the sounds of the forest. Pay attention to the wind, the leaves, the bees buzzing around you, they mean no harm, but most of all, pay attention to what your heart is feeling." The fairy flew away while she felt the wind wrapped around her heart and she was filled with love and new new melody played in her head. She came out of her vision with the love and a new song, she rushed back to Quinlan Road to play it on her harp.
Meanwhile, while Ms. McKennitt was finished composing the song and recording it at Peter Gabriel's Real World Studios, a cladestine and menacing band of magician writers from Austria, al-Kafka, named for the late Jewish writer Franz Kafka (of "Metamorphosis" fame), heard about King Tut's gilded throne. It is said that the throne was to give magical powers to anyone who sits on it. One day, al-Kafka had a meeting. Their leader, Dr. Franz von Offenbichtlachin, a former creative writing professor at the University of Salzburg, said: "Alright, fraus und herrs, pay attention!" Dr. von Offenbichtlachin pointed to a slide of King Tut's throne on a white screen and continued, "You see dis chair. It vuz recently discovered one veek ago. Veddy pretty chair, ja?" "Ja," the rest of the group answered. "Now, here is di plan. Di plan is dat ve vill steal it vit de points of our pen vands and use de chair to create ferocious mutants. Then, ve vill take over de vorld. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Now who is for it?" Unaware what is happening in the world and after returning to Canada, Ms. McKennitt took a walk in Avon Park. She was hoping that the thought of King Tut's throne would get off her mind.
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When the show ended, Ms. McKennitt sat backstage in a chair and Dennis gave her latest issue of the Los Angeles Times. "Here you are, Ms. McKennitt," said Dennis as he got himself together to go home. "Thank you, Dennis," the singer answered. "Oh, by the way, honey. That was some duet we did." "I agree. Well, I gotta go, Loreena. Take care of yourself." Ms. McKennitt read a front page article about a recent archaelogical find in Egypt. It was a throne that once belonged to the slain youthful pharaoh, King Tutankammen. The government in Cairo was planning to display it in a museum in the Egyptian capital.
With long strides the Mistress of Music approaced the throne. Awe filled her eyes with wonderment as to what it would be like to sit upon such an elegant chair. What would it be like to rule over the land of sand at such a young and tender age; her mind wondered... She reached out to touch the glass that protected the chair to get a better understanding of what the throne represents; the power and control of the people of Egypt, what would be the best way to guide them to a prosperous country and to protect from invaders? She brushed a few strands of hair out of her eyes and then the colors of the chair swirled. Like a whirlwind her view become obscurred and her mind was foggy and unable to comprehend her surroundings. Slowly, colors changed, her head began to clear as she realized that she was no longer inside the museum. It was bright and sunny. She stood in a meadow with long grass and a gentle breeze that blew her long waves of gold. She heard a whisper of a voice, it was so tiny she had almost didn't believe it. "Come with me," the voice said again. "Where are we going and who are you? I cannot see you." "Walk towards the tallest cedar in the forest; there you will be able to see all of us." Loreena gently walked towards the tallest cedar she could see and once again she was in awe of what was in front of her. A bee buzzed by her ear and she moved out of the way. The bee came back to buzz in her face and she lifted her hands to swat it away until she saw a tiny face, little legs and skinny arms then a voice said, "Can you see me?" She quickly dropped her arms and replied, "Oh, I am so sorry, I thought you were a bee irritating me." "You are right on one, I was "bugging" you but I, Ms. McKennitt, am no bee." "Yes, of course not." "Have a seat, close your eyes and listen to the sounds of the forest. Pay attention to the wind, the leaves, the bees buzzing around you, they mean no harm, but most of all, pay attention to what your heart is feeling." The fairy flew away while she felt the wind wrapped around her heart and she was filled with love and new new melody played in her head. She came out of her vision with the love and a new song, she rushed back to Quinlan Road to play it on her harp.
Posts: 426 | Location: Gold Bar, Washington USA | Registered: November 11, 2006
Originally posted by dlaws99: OK... ...just when boredom was setting in, an inspiration strikes Loreena. "I know...I'll call Dennis down in Monterey and see how he's getting along with his house remodelling project." "HELP!!", sez Dennis..."I'm living in dust and expensive stuff hell!!!...and on top of that, my harp/accordion/piano player was run over by a beer truck and can't play our country western gig at Alfredo's Mexican Seafood Resturant and Lounge this Friday night." Loreena sez, "well, my concert tour is over and I'm not doing anything Friday night and I'm up to my elbows in snow here already, I guess I can fill in." So, Loreena throws her harp, accordion and piano in her back pack and takes the next plane to California, and when Loreena and Dennis perform a harp and accordion duet of Hey Good Lookin' by Hank Williams, the crowd goes wild...
Merry Christmas everyone...
When the show ended, Ms. McKennitt sat backstage in a chair and Dennis gave her latest issue of the Los Angeles Times. "Here you are, Ms. McKennitt," said Dennis as he got himself together to go home. "Thank you, Dennis," the singer answered. "Oh, by the way, honey. That was some duet we did." "I agree. Well, I gotta go, Loreena. Take care of yourself." Ms. McKennitt read a front page article about a recent archaelogical find in Egypt. It was a throne that once belonged to the slain youthful pharaoh, King Tutankammen. The government in Cairo was planning to display it in a museum in the Egyptian capital.
Posts: 271 | Location: Sterling Heights, Michigan | Registered: December 04, 2007
OK... ...just when boredom was setting in, an inspiration strikes Loreena. "I know...I'll call Dennis down in Monterey and see how he's getting along with his house remodelling project." "HELP!!", sez Dennis..."I'm living in dust and expensive stuff hell!!!...and on top of that, my harp/accordion/piano player was run over by a beer truck and can't play our country western gig at Alfredo's Mexican Seafood Resturant and Lounge this Friday night." Loreena sez, "well, my concert tour is over and I'm not doing anything Friday night and I'm up to my a......er......elbows in snow here already, I guess I can fill in." So, Loreena throws her harp, accordion, piano and Brian Hughes into her backpack and takes the next plane to California, and when Loreena and Dennis perform a harp and accordion duet of Hey Good Lookin' by Hank Williams, the diners go wild, all twenty-six of them, especially the kids who think the red haired lady is pretty. Dennis agreed...
Merry Christmas everyone, and a safe, prosperous and peaceful new year...
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Posts: 155 | Location: Monterey CA | Registered: May 22, 2007
Originally posted by Shan-Lyn: Disclaimer: I think I'm going to like this.
One morning, Ms. McKennitt awoke to go to work. She opens the window to let in the fresh Canadian air. Letting out a deep breath, she said "What a gorgeous morning!" Loreena quickly dressed and went to the livingroom to fetch her harp. About an hour later on this wonderful saturday morning, she started her car. After she started her car, she suddenly remembered, "Oh, the dogs...". She ran back into the house and emerged with a jogging outfit and then started running with her dogs alongside her.
As Ms. McKennitt ran, the neighbours said "Good morning, Loreena!" She smiled back and returned "Good morning." Trees on the sidelines watched as the Lady of Quinlan Road pass them. Before she knew it, Ms. McKennitt reached her home. Phew, that was some workout! she thought. Then, she turned to her dogs and kissed them. "You be good boys, okay?" she said as she patted her hounds on their heads. Then, she got into her black dress and trademark purple coat and drove off to work. When she arrived at Quinlan Road Ltd., Ms. McKennitt's spokesperson, Robin, approached her and said, "Good morning, Ms. McKennitt." "Well, hello, Robin," the singer replied. "What's up?" "You got paperwork." "Aw, geez. More work. I guess going to be bored." Taking the paper, the Canadian redheaded vocalist headed to her office and sat in her black leather office chair.
Posts: 271 | Location: Sterling Heights, Michigan | Registered: December 04, 2007
Weeeee! (How silly I am...) Let's just imagine this to be a little more long ago:
One morning, Ms. McKennitt awoke to go to work. She opens the window to let in the fresh Canadian air. Letting out a deep breath, she said "What a gorgeous morning!" Loreena quickly dressed and went to the livingroom to fetch her harp. About an hour later on this wonderful saturday morning, she started her car.
Posts: 141 | Location: Föllinge, Sweden | Registered: August 19, 2007
