Juliette McCoy Riitters
Bio
I am curious. I am unfamiliar with boundaries. The combination has led to an eventful life, and I am looking forward to what lies before me.
Stories (31/0)
The Banshee's Choice
Dingle, a lovely village in County Kerry, Ireland, was a serene place to live in olden days. From the soft sandy beaches to the cliffs overlooking the sea, the village folk claimed to live in the most beautiful spot on God's earth. There were colorfully painted shops and cottages, ancient wharves haunted by riotous seagulls and and the greenest meadows that ever nourished a flock of sheep.
By Juliette McCoy Riitters3 years ago in Fiction
Why I Wrote "The Sand Witches"
As a child, I loved fairy tales, folk tales, the Tales From the Arabian Nights...nearly every night before bed my mom would read us The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings trilogy. I was fascinated with stories that were peopled with monsters, strange creatures and witches.
By Juliette McCoy Riitters3 years ago in Motivation
The Bunyip Makes A Bargain
Every morning Mirri and Gough woke up before the sun made its appearance in the sky, rubbed their sleepy eyes and then went to the nearby well to draw enough water to last through the day. They washed their hands and faces while their mum made them a hearty breakfast. After they ate, Mirri would sweep the kitchen floor while her brother brought in wood for the oven.
By Juliette McCoy Riitters3 years ago in Fiction
Havel The Vodnik
Every morning just before the sun rose, Danicka's father would gather together his fishing pole, bait, tobacco and the lunch her mother tied together in an old kroj ~ a faded headscarf that her mother had handed down for her. Danicka would run to the door, stand on her tippy-tiptoes and kiss her beloved otec goodbye. She would stand in the doorway waving as he walked down the path through the woods whistling an old Czechoslovakian folk tune, ere he disappeared from sight.
By Juliette McCoy Riitters3 years ago in Fiction
Akiko And The Kasa-Obake
Akiko was seven years old when his Ojiisan and Obaasan (grandfather and grandmother) came from Tokyo to live with him and his parents in San Fransisco. Akiko was a rather shy child and had never met his grandparents before, so having these foreign strangers suddenly living in his home was rather difficult from the start.
By Juliette McCoy Riitters3 years ago in Fiction
In The Pockets Of the City
One of my favorite hobbies is, perhaps, a wee bit dangerous at times. On any given day (if it is not raining), I am probably wandering around Minneapolis looking for oddities to photograph. I am somewhat hampered by the fact that I do not have a car, but the Metro City Transit system helps out quite a lot, barring the occasional hiccup of getting lost. Scratch that. By now I am used to getting lost; I have learned to simply cross the street and catch a bus returning in the same direction I have just come from.
By Juliette McCoy Riitters3 years ago in Humans
Piper's Last Song
The water over St. Anthony Falls was spewing spewing forth as if in a mad rush to make it from the Mississippi to the sea. Piper had noticed that in the last year, the once-foul water had become unusually pure; so much so that she begun to eat some of the fish she caught, rather than putting them all out for the cats.
By Juliette McCoy Riitters3 years ago in Fiction
To Tell A Tale
My earliest memory is of lying in my crib looking up at the butterfly-mobile that my parents had put up. To this day, I can still remember the wondrous, magical feeling I had as I looked at the colors. I had no words, as of yet, but I remember feeling that I just might burst with joy.
By Juliette McCoy Riitters3 years ago in Motivation
For Every Occasion
When I saw the subject matter for this challenge, I thought, "Well, this should be a breeze to write about ~ the biggest challenge will be choosing which artsy/craftsy project to write about!" So I sat down to think. Painting? Oops, no scissors involved! Quilts? No pictures to show. It was the same thing with any of my sewing projects, I had never taken pictures of them. Music? Baking? Nope. Nope.
By Juliette McCoy Riitters3 years ago in Humans
Testing: One, Two, Three...
You can't be born into a family named "McCoy" without falling under the enchantment of music. Moonshine aside, one of the greatest gifts given to the Irish is a passion for haunting ballads and lively jigs and reels. Some of my earliest memories are of my dad singing my older sister and I to sleep; I must admit that later in life I was taken aback when I focused on the lyrics to those songs! Murder, mayhem and false-hearted maidens roved through my head as I drifted off to sleep as a child.
By Juliette McCoy Riitters3 years ago in Motivation
