|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Voice of the City by O. Henry:
minute that I can spare and watch over them palin's
for Posie. She went away down that road in the
night, for we seen her little shoe tracks in the dust,
and somethin' tells me she'll come back that way ag'in
when she's weary of the world and begins to think
about her old mother."
"When I was comin' away," concluded "Bill,"
"I pulled this off'n the bush by the front steps. I
thought maybe I might see you in the city, and I
knowed you'd like somethin' from the old home."
He took from his coat pocket a rose - a drooping,
The Voice of the City
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from In a German Pension by Katherine Mansfield:
It was extraordinary--always before this woman came near her she trembled
in her shoes--even the sound of those flat feet stumping up the stairs made
her feel sick, but once they were face to face she felt immensely calm and
indifferent, and could not understand why she even worried about money, nor
why she sneaked out of the house on tiptoe, not even daring to shut the
door after her in case the landlady should hear and shout something
terrible, nor why she spent nights pacing up and down her room--drawing up
sharply before the mirror and saying to a tragic reflection: "Money,
money, money!" When she was alone her poverty was like a huge
dream-mountain on which her feet were fast rooted--aching with the ache of
the size of the thing--but if it came to definite action, with no time for
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey:
"Dick, you had another think coming. I couldn't go home. I'll have a great
time yet--I'm having it now."
"Yes, that lump on your head looks like it," replied Dick, with a laugh.
"If Bud hadn't put you out we'd have come closer to licking this bunch.
Ken, keep your eye on Greaser. He's treacherous. His arm's lame yet."
"We've had two run-ins already," I said. "The third time is the worst, they
say. I hope it won't come. . . . But, Dick, I'm as big--I'm bigger than he
"Hear the kid talk! I certainly ought to have put you on that train--"
"What train?" asked Stockton, sharply, from our rear. He took us in with
The Young Forester