| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: the dust all the way across the valley. Ladd aimed deliberately
and pulled slowly, unmindful of the kicking dust-puffs behind Sol,
and to the side. The raiders spurred madly in pursuit, loading and
firing. They shot ten times while Ladd shot once, and all in vain;
and on Ladd's sixth shot a raider topped backward, threw his carbine
and fell with his foot catching in a stirrup. The frightened horse
plunged away, dragging him in a path of dust.
Gale had set himself to miss nothing of that fighting race, yet
the action passed too swiftly for clear sight of all. Ladd had
emptied a magazine, and now Blanco Sol quickened and lengthened
his running stride. He ran away from his pursuers. Then it was
Desert Gold |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Maggie: A Girl of the Streets by Stephen Crane: The mere boy relapsed into a period of gloom, during which he
exterminated a number of cock-tails with a determined air, as if
replying defiantly to fate. He occasionally broke forth into
sentences composed of invectives joined together in a long string.
The girl was still staring at the doors. After a time
the mere boy began to see cobwebs just in front of his nose.
He spurred himself into being agreeable and insisted upon her
having a charlotte-russe and a glass of beer.
"They's gone," he remarked, "they's gone." He looked at her
through the smoke wreaths. "Shay, lil' girl, we mightish well make
bes' of it. You ain't such bad-lookin' girl, y'know. Not half
Maggie: A Girl of the Streets |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Merry Men by Robert Louis Stevenson: consideration in the turmoil of a city life, sink more and more
from the child into the servant. And he began dimly to believe the
Doctor's prophecies of evil. He could see a change in both. His
generous incredulity failed him for this once; a child must have
perceived that the Hermitage had completed what the absinthe had
begun. If this were the first day, what would be the last? 'If
necessary, wreck the train,' thought he, remembering the Doctor's
parable. He looked round on the delightful scene; he drank deep of
the charmed night air, laden with the scent of hay. 'If necessary,
wreck the train,' he repeated. And he rose and returned to the
house.
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