|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lost Continent by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
them and me, I ran back a short distance until I found a
clump of underbrush that would effectually conceal me, for I
wished to discover the strength of the party and its
armament before attempting to parley with it.
The useless destruction of any of these poor creatures was
the farthest idea from my mind. I should have liked to have
spoken with them, but I did not care to risk having to use
my high-powered rifle upon them other than in the last
Once in my new place of concealment, I watched them as they
approached the tree. There were about thirty men in the
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart:
his feet with a piece of stick.
"I have the short end of the chain in the sealskin bag," I reminded
him. "When I couldn't sleep this morning I thought I would settle
it, one way or the other. It was hell to go along the way I had
been doing. And - there's no doubt about it, Rich. It's the same
We walked along in silence until we caught the car back to town.
"Well," he said finally, "you know the girl, of course, and I don't.
But if you like her - and I think myself you're rather hard hit, old
man - I wouldn't give a whoop about the chain in the gold purse.
It's just one of the little coincidences that hang people now and
The Man in Lower Ten
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Maggie: A Girl of the Streets by Stephen Crane:
The three frothing creatures on the floor buried themselves in
a frenzy for blood. There followed in the wake of missiles and
fists some unknown prayers, perhaps for death.
The quiet stranger had sprawled very pyrotechnically out on
the sidewalk. A laugh ran up and down the avenue for the half
of a block.
"Dey've trowed a bloke inteh deh street."
People heard the sound of breaking glass and shuffling feet
within the saloon and came running. A small group, bending down to
look under the bamboo doors, watching the fall of glass, and three
pairs of violent legs, changed in a moment to a crowd.
Maggie: A Girl of the Streets