For reference, see character thumbnails. [Nell’s childhood bedroom; night; NELL is pacing and mumbling agitatedly; she hears a knock at her door; she goes to answer it] NELL: [disbelieving] William Farris is knocking. Now he’s in my room. [WILL starts to come in but NELL makes to send him out] WILL: C’mon, Nell, don’t be … Continue reading The Linguist (Scene 7)
For reference, see character thumbnails. [outside Abbott estate; NELL enters, fuming] NELL: [muttering] William Farris working here? As a gardener? The football player, the half-back, number 47, scored two touchdowns in the championship against the Barrow Bulldoggs during his senior year, scouted by representatives from Harvard and Yale? Six foot three with dark hair, tan … Continue reading The Linguist (Scene 6)
I’m positively bursting with information. I’m full to the brim with it. I feel like spilling over. I turn towards a stranger. I open my mouth, then close it. This is classified information. Or rather, information only I care about. The girl next to me doesn’t care. The boy doesn’t give a damn. People couldn’t … Continue reading Not So Classified
A friend recently asked me when I knew that my husband was "the one." I didn't have a good answer for her. For starters, I don't really believe that there is such a thing as "the one." I believe that there are a multitude of people out there in the world that I could be … Continue reading There is No “One” Love of Your Life
Who was it that said the best lover is the man that can thrill you by kissing your forehead? Audrey? Marilyn? His fingers caressed my palm, somewhere no one had cared to touch me, and I was thrilled, in the pit of my stomach, my heart squeezing with desire -induced pangs, my skin alive and … Continue reading Itching
The room was brightly lit, an effect created by the combination of the left hand side lamp— still on —and the sun beaming through the right hand side window, ruffled curtains thrown wide. On the left: large black socks strewn across the floor in the aisle beside the bed; on the nightstand, an open half-empty … Continue reading Marriage
For context: Intro to My Happiness Project | Month One: Energy & Status Report | Month Two: Health & Hygiene & Status Report | Month Three: Diet & Status Report | Month Four: Money & Status Report | Month Five: Home & Status Report This month I am going to focus on my marriage. Thus far, my goals each month have been much more quantifiable, so this will … Continue reading Month Six: Marriage
My short story published in The Elixir’s 2015-16 edition:
Speak by Katelyn Rochford-Price
The door chimed as she walked in, the sound almost lost amongst the gurgle of the espresso machine, the whir of whipped cream, and the chatter of caffeinated customers.
“Hi! Welcome to Starbucks,” he said brightly. Geez chill out—you’ll scare her off.
She smiled slightly. Hello, Jim.
“Would you like to try our new Pumpkin Spice Latte? It’s a seasonal favorite,” he said quickly. Slow down, stupid.
She shook her head. That sounds yummy, but I’m a creature of habit.
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So, I love our wedding album from Shutterfly* and I've since ordered my pregnancy journal and PJ's baby book from them (appearing next weekend). I used the Wedding Collection: The Big Day template with the storytelling style (which lets you customize a little more for $5 extra). Our wedding was one of the best days … Continue reading Wedding Album
I would like to preface this explaining--and I don't know how or when or why this developed because it was a long time ago that feels like forever now--that the "pinky promise" is sacred between my husband and I. Under its oath we cannot tell a lie, no matter the size. My husband's vows (he went … Continue reading Our Wedding Vows