|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Stories From the Old Attic by Robert Harris:
even getting a foothold became very difficult. And in the same
passage of time, the rough spots on the new bridge wore down and the
crevices filled up, so that passage across became much easier.
"You see," said the new bridge to the new wall, "you've learned
something about being a wall."
"Well," the new wall replied, "I've known all along that I must
guard the pass and fortify the defenses of the country. And of
course I know it's my job to keep out all those who don't belong.
But I see you've finally discovered how to be a bridge."
"You can say what you like," answered the new bridge. "But I've
always understood that I provide a critical link in the path
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Redheaded Outfield by Zane Grey:
out of sight behind his seat.
The boys did not recover from that shock until
late in the afternoon. As it was a physical
impossibility for Nan to rest her head all day upon
her husband's broad shoulder, the boys toward
dinner time came out of their jealous trance. I
heard them plotting something. When dinner
was called, about half of my party, including the
bride and groom, went at once into the dining-car.
Time there flew by swiftly. And later, when we
were once more in our Pullman, and I had gotten
The Redheaded Outfield
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Lock and Key Library by Julian Hawthorne, Ed.:
thoughts, perhaps, which had never taken body in deeds, but which,
caught up in the air, now hurled themselves in impotent fury
through the world. How I wished the wind would stop. It seemed
full of horrible fancies, and it kept knocking them into my head,
and it wouldn't leave off. Fancies, or memories--which?--and my
mind reverted with a flash to the fearful thoughts which had
haunted it the day before in Dame Alice's tower. It was dark now.
Those ghastly intangible shapes must have taken full form and
color, peopling the old ruin with their ageless hideousness. And
the storm had found them there and borne them along with it as it
blew through the creviced walls. That was why the wind's sound