Taylor Rigsby
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Since my hobby became my career, I needed to find a new way to help me relax and decompress. And there are just too many stories floating around in my head!
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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 Rigsby2 years 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 Rigsby2 years 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 Rigsby2 years 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 Rigsby2 years ago in Horror
My Cottage Industry (part 3)
You know, you never do forget your first… and the same applies to craft shows! I know I'll never forget mine, for a few different reasons: it was a sunny November Saturday (the 17th to be exact), it was organized by my parish's Catholic school, and I swear I never sweated so much in my life outside of going to confession.
By Taylor Rigsby2 years ago in Journal
FATED: Part 3
Councilor Ambross leaned back in his chair and gazed out at the warm, flickering night lights of Haven. Decades ago they had once imposed a mandatory curfew when crime ravaged so severely it felt as if they were in a war-zone. But then order was restored and the curfew was removed. People were free to live their lives in peace and without fear. There were still criminals, he supposed. It was inevitable. No matter how advance the civilization, there would always be those who enjoyed wreaking havoc. But then again, he realized, there would also be those labeled criminals due to circumstances. A knock sounded from the door though he continued to stare out into the City.
By Taylor Rigsby2 years ago in Chapters
The Rocky-Top Chronicles (part 3)
So - we've had one heck of week since Rocky came home from his sleep-over at the breeder's: We were all able to get a good night's sleep for two nights, and his breeders (who are far more experienced pet-owners) were able to reinforce everything he's learned so far. Everything from the bell-training, to learning his name, to (most importantly!) getting him to sleep at night (for at least several hours at a time).
By Taylor Rigsby2 years ago in Petlife
FATED: Part 2
We spent the whole day at the bedroom window, just waiting for the sun to set. I think we both knew that it was the last time we would ever see our beloved home. I hate to think what must've been going through Dex's mind: did he truly understand that we were leaving forever? Or did he still hold out some hope that one day we could return? Would he ever see his father again? Was he afraid that he could one day forget his father, or stop loving his him? One day, when he's old enough, I'll be sure to ask him. And to tell him the stories of our home so that he doesn't forget them.
By Taylor Rigsby2 years ago in Chapters
FATED: Part 1
Fun Fact: I first wrote this story waaay back in 2017 after a conversation with a friend of mine: we were playing the old 'ring game' to find out how many kids we were supposed to have... I came out with only one girl, and, for some reason, felt very insulted by it. After I wrote the story, I was so proud of it I included it in a small, personal book of early short stories to keep on my shelf. I still have that book, by the way, and was so proud of this one that I posted it's (very) rough draft to the Fiction Press account I kept years ago. Extra brownie-points if you can find it there, haha!
By Taylor Rigsby2 years ago in Chapters
A Trip to the Biltmore
“Holy Moses!” That was all I could think to say when I first laid eyes on the house. The largest, privately-owners home in the United States, by the way. That’s right: the current generation of Vanderbilt's still own their family estate to this day, and, in the spirit of their famous hospitality, they open up the house to public tours year-round.
By Taylor Rigsby2 years ago in Wander
The Rocky-Top Chronicles (part 1)
I honestly don't remember when I first asked my parents if we could have a dog. At this point, it's been such a consistent ritual - especially around holidays and birthdays - that I honestly believed I was never going to have one in my parents' house.
By Taylor Rigsby2 years ago in Petlife
