Taylor Rigsby
Bio
I'm a bit of a mixed-bag: professional artisan, aspiring businesswoman, film-aficionado, and part-time writer (because there are too many stories in my head).
Check out more of my "stitchcraft" at: www.rigsbystudio.com
Stories (37/0)
W I T C H: Chapter 5
Nora sprinted all the way back to the hotel, not daring to look back. She didn’t stop running until she raced into the back entrance she’d left propped open. She leaned against the wall, panting heavily from her escape as sweat poured down her face.
By Taylor Rigsbyabout a month ago in Chapters
Stairway
There once were two little boys who grew up not too far from my old neighborhood. We all went to the same middle school, but they were all grown up by the time I attended. Their exploits, however, had already become something of legend among the student body. One story in particular stands out above the rest and the two boys, Theo and Mike, always maintained that it was the complete and honest truth.
By Taylor Rigsby2 months ago in Fiction
My Cottage Industry (part 7)
If there's anything I miss about full-time work, it's the consistency. I liked the face that, no matter what the day had in store, there would always be a paycheck waiting for me at the end of it all. Sometimes that paycheck was the only thing to keep me going through the drudgery of the day. On the flip-side, when you decide to set out and start a small business the exact opposite is true: if it's something you truly love doing, in spite of the drudgery, you never come to think of it as work... but a paycheck at the end of it all is never guaranteed.
By Taylor Rigsby2 months ago in Journal
W I T C H: Chapter 3
The Ironwood Art and History Museum wasn’t terribly impressive (not that she thought it would be). It certainly didn’t look like the place one would find a long-lost amulet. But then again, since when did anyone know they were in possession of a long-lost amulet? Typical for a bunch of ‘Normies’ - they never knew what they had until it was gone. It took everything she had to hide her growing impatience as Nora’s tour group suddenly stopped at another display case, lined with carved arrowheads and beaded artwork.
By Taylor Rigsby3 months ago in Chapters
My Cottage Industry (part 5)
So at my last job, I only called in sick maybe a total of 3 or 4 times... I worked there for almost 8 years. One thing I've always been very relieved by (and sometimes proud of) is the fact that sickness has never really touched me or my family while I was growing up. As far as I know, I don't have any food allergies, I can penicillin whenever I do get pesky ear-infections (which is the one blight that has followed me since childhood!), and, as far as I know, we have relatively few family illnesses in my household.
By Taylor Rigsby3 months ago in Journal
W I T C H: Chapter 2
The day was bright, sunny, and painfully hot. So hot that at one point I stripped down to my boxers as I crouched over an old rotary fan, cranked up to full blast. I spent most of the day trying to get something down on paper. But the oppressive summer heat made it hard to concentrate, so eventually I gave up and abandoned my second-hand typewriter. After a while I looked at the clock and noticed it was almost time to leave my tiny oasis. I sighed, knowing I couldn’t put it off any longer, and forced myself to get dressed for work. While the night shift at the local museum wasn’t exactly a glamorous job, it did stave off my growing boredom by helping me come up with new ideas. Few of them were ever any good, but it helped grease the wheels of progress.
By Taylor Rigsby3 months ago in Chapters
Baby Doll
“Now, tell me what happened,” my middle-aged neighbor, Scott, said from across the kitchen table. I couldn't say anything at first. I couldn't even bring myself to look him in the eyes. I just stared down at the steaming mug of tea warming my hands, searching for the right words to explain the disaster at my house.
By Taylor Rigsby3 months ago in Fiction
My Cottage Industry (part 4)
If there’s one thing you should know about me, it’s that I’m very (comically!) stubborn. I know that might be a bit if a surprise to those who know me best - some still believe I’m almost too agreeable - but it’s true. For sone reason I was the kind of girl who would pursue what I wanted… screw the torpedos and consequences be damned!
By Taylor Rigsby4 months ago in Journal
REVENANTS
Thomas Munro journeyed deeper into the forest and the everlasting night. The village of his beloved Catherine couldn’t be much farther now. But he had been foolish. Rather than stop at the inn a few miles back, he’d chosen, instead, to continue his journey, arrogantly believing he could arrive just before nightfall. Catherine, his sweet and fair fiancee, had been right about him: he was indeed a very daft man.
By Taylor Rigsby4 months ago in Horror
