|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Where There's A Will by Mary Roberts Rinehart:
there was only one other train from town that night and the
chances were it would be snowed up at the junction.
"Better get on the band wagon before the parade's gone past," he
said in an undertone. But I went into my pantry and shut the
door with a slam, and when I came out he was gone.
I nearly went crazy that afternoon. I put salt in Miss Cobb's
glass when she always drank the water plain. Once I put the
broom in the fire and started to sweep the porch with a fire log
Luckily they were busy with their letters and it went unnoticed,
the smell of burning straw not rising, so to speak, above the
sulphur in the spring.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dreams by Olive Schreiner:
have gone into the house."
And I said, "And if they had fallen as they climbed--?"
God said, "They had been wine."
I stood a way off watching in the sunshine, and I shivered.
God lay in the sunshine watching too.
Then there rose one among the feasters, who said, "My brethren, let us
And all the men and women rose: and strong men bowed their heads, and
mothers folded their little children's hands together, and turned their
faces upwards, to the roof. And he who first had risen stood at the table
head, and stretched out both his hands, and his beard was long and white,
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wheels of Chance by H. G. Wells:
took a noiseless step to the lady's machine, laid trembling hands
on its handle and saddle, and prepared for a rush.
The scullery door opened momentarily and sent a beam of warm,
yellow light up the road, shut again behind the man, and
forthwith Hoopdriver rushed the machines towards the gate. A dark
grey form came fluttering to meet him. "Give me this," she said,
"and bring yours."
He passed the thing to her, touched her hand in the darkness, ran
back, seized Bechamel's machine, and followed.
The yellow light of the scullery door suddenly flashed upon the
cobbles again. It was too late now to do anything but escape. He