|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London:
surprise when I came upon the glade and found no laboratory. The quaint shed
structure with its red sandstone chimney was not. Nor did it look as if it
ever had been. There were no signs of ruin, no debris, nothing.
I started to walk across what had once been its site. "This," I said to
myself, "should be where the step went up to the door." Barely were the words
out of my mouth when I stubbed my toe on some obstacle, pitched forward, and
butted my head into something that FELT very much like a door. I reached out
my hand. It WAS a door. I found the knob and turned it. And at once, as the
door swung inward on its hinges, the whole interior of the laboratory impinged
upon my vision. Greeting Lloyd, I closed the door and backed up the path a few
paces. I could see nothing of the building. Returning and opening the door, at
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Snow Image by Nathaniel Hawthorne:
memory, and, standing on tiptoe in the crowd, with his white
apron over his head, he beheld the courteous little innkeeper.
And lastly, there sailed over the heads of the multitude a great,
broad laugh, broken in the midst by two sepulchral hems; thus,
"Haw, haw, haw,--hem, hem,--haw, haw, haw, haw!"
The sound proceeded from the balcony of the opposite edifice, and
thither Robin turned his eyes. In front of the Gothic window
stood the old citizen, wrapped in a wide gown, his gray periwig
exchanged for a nightcap, which was thrust back from his
forehead, and his silk stockings hanging about his legs. He
supported himself on his polished cane in a fit of convulsive
The Snow Image
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey:
The little room was not very light, there being only one window
and the doors, but Duane could see plainly enough. Mrs. Laramie
lay, hollow-checked and haggard, on a bed. Once she had
evidently been a woman of some comeliness. The ravages of
trouble and grief were there to read in her worn face; it had
not, however, any of the hard and bitter lines that had
characterized her husband's.
Duane wondered, considering that Longstreth had ruined Laramie,
how Mrs. Laramie was going to regard the daughter of an enemy.
"So you're Granger Longstreth's girl?" queried the woman, with
her bright, black eyes fixed on her visitor.
The Lone Star Ranger