Soul Bound


Charts and optimal dates and preferential temperatures. One line or two. As if she could summon whatever it is that makes up the human soul as easily as she could a cab on a busy New York avenue.

There had to be an easier way, but if there was, she hadn’t discovered it. So Brid kept notes. A little black book filled not with names and seven digits, but with the passage of time.

One month bled easily into the next, each day's observations dutifully recorded in neat, tight script; pretty word bouquets to share with the baby.

David disapproved, of course. “There's not going to be a baby, Brid.”

Despite the storm, she fled the apartment; hailed a cab; slid into the back.

“How's it goin'?” The driver asked.

She offered him her withered heart. “Terrible.”

He nodded, switched on the windshield wipers.

And she realized, as she blotted her tears, that souls cannot be conjured, at least not in words.

Where you headed?” He said.

“I'm not really sure.”

* * * 
This piece, a collaboration of three writers, was written for this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge. The story was started a long time ago by Joules. Part two was written by Nia Ceridwyn.
Here's what we had to do...

Upon publication of this post, the challenge is officially open.  We will give you a prompt, and we ask that Team Member A continue this story with an additional 33-100 words of his/her own.  Team Member A needs to publish those 33-100 words in a post on his/her own blog and submit the link on the linkz on this page.  

The baton then passes to Team Member B.  Team Member B must write an additional 33-100 words, continuing the story that Trifecta started and Team Member A continued.  After publishing his/her post, Team Member B must travel over to Velvet Verbosity's 100 Word Challenge to submit the link to the post on the linky form on Velvet Verbosity's site.  That linky form will go live halfway through this challenge--41 hours after the challenge opens (Wednesday, 2 am Eastern).  

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Writing in the Margins, Bursting at the Seams: Soul Bound

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Soul Bound


Charts and optimal dates and preferential temperatures. One line or two. As if she could summon whatever it is that makes up the human soul as easily as she could a cab on a busy New York avenue.

There had to be an easier way, but if there was, she hadn’t discovered it. So Brid kept notes. A little black book filled not with names and seven digits, but with the passage of time.

One month bled easily into the next, each day's observations dutifully recorded in neat, tight script; pretty word bouquets to share with the baby.

David disapproved, of course. “There's not going to be a baby, Brid.”

Despite the storm, she fled the apartment; hailed a cab; slid into the back.

“How's it goin'?” The driver asked.

She offered him her withered heart. “Terrible.”

He nodded, switched on the windshield wipers.

And she realized, as she blotted her tears, that souls cannot be conjured, at least not in words.

Where you headed?” He said.

“I'm not really sure.”

* * * 
This piece, a collaboration of three writers, was written for this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge. The story was started a long time ago by Joules. Part two was written by Nia Ceridwyn.
Here's what we had to do...

Upon publication of this post, the challenge is officially open.  We will give you a prompt, and we ask that Team Member A continue this story with an additional 33-100 words of his/her own.  Team Member A needs to publish those 33-100 words in a post on his/her own blog and submit the link on the linkz on this page.  

The baton then passes to Team Member B.  Team Member B must write an additional 33-100 words, continuing the story that Trifecta started and Team Member A continued.  After publishing his/her post, Team Member B must travel over to Velvet Verbosity's 100 Word Challenge to submit the link to the post on the linky form on Velvet Verbosity's site.  That linky form will go live halfway through this challenge--41 hours after the challenge opens (Wednesday, 2 am Eastern).  

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9 Comments:

At November 14, 2012 at 5:36 AM , OpenID nrhatch said...

Well done. Nice loop back to the original prompt.

 
At November 14, 2012 at 6:29 AM , Blogger Draug said...

I love how you tied it all in and left the ending open ^__^ You guys worked well together!

 
At November 14, 2012 at 8:14 AM , Anonymous barbara said...

well done - working as a team can be fun. :)

 
At November 14, 2012 at 8:40 AM , OpenID trudgingthroughfog said...

"She offered him her withered heart." Beautiful line.

 
At November 14, 2012 at 4:11 PM , Blogger j umbaugh said...

What an interesting writing concept... except I don't know who to tell NICE JOB

 
At November 14, 2012 at 6:54 PM , OpenID jannatwrites said...

Your parts flowed together nicely. I liked the withered heart line as well. I feel her uncertainty and would like to think she'll get her happy ending someday.

 
At November 14, 2012 at 9:48 PM , Blogger Rachael said...

Even though this isn't a happy ending (my favorite type of ending) I still enjoyed it. I love the pun in the the first sentence of your part. Nice work with the prompt.

 
At November 15, 2012 at 6:44 AM , Blogger kymm said...

Souls can't be conjured in words... nice tag of both prompt and part 1. Great job!

 
At November 16, 2012 at 1:31 AM , Anonymous Trifecta said...

Fantastic ending. Thanks for joining up not once, but twice!

 

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