|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Life in the Iron-Mills by Rebecca Davis:
wet, faded thing, halfcovered with ashes? no story of a soul
filled with groping passionate love, heroic unselfishness,
fierce jealousy? of years of weary trying to please the one
human being whom she loved, to gain one look of real heart-
kindness from him? If anything like this were hidden beneath
the pale, bleared eyes, and dull, washed-out-looking face, no
one had ever taken the trouble to read its faint signs: not the
half-clothed furnace-tender, Wolfe, certainly. Yet he was kind
to her: it was his nature to be kind, even to the very rats
that swarmed in the cellar: kind to her in just the same way.
She knew that. And it might be that very knowledge had given to
Life in the Iron-Mills
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Blix by Frank Norris:
that had grown distasteful to her; Condy little by little had
dropped away from his place among the men and the women of his
acquaintance, and the two came and went together, living in a
little world of their own creation, happy in each other's society,
living only in the present, and asking nothing better than to be
left alone and to their own devices.
They saw each other every day. In the morning from nine till
twelve, and in the afternoon until three, Condy worked away upon
his novel, but not an evening passed that did not see him and Blix
in the dining-room of the little flat. Thursdays and Sunday
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Beasts of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
He was not one who required a detailed exposition of intentions
that were quite all too obvious.
As surely as though he had heard them plotting, he knew
that Kai Shang and Momulla had come to take his life.
The knowledge that he alone could navigate the Cowrie had,
up to now, been sufficient assurance of his safety; but quite
evidently something had occurred of which he had no knowledge
that would make it quite worth the while of his co-conspirators
to eliminate him.
Without a pause Gust darted across the beach and into the jungle.
He was afraid of the jungle; uncanny noises that were
The Beasts of Tarzan