| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Gods of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: toward a secret panel in the wall which led to the passage
that terminated in the pits beneath the palace. That any
knew of this panel outside my own household, I was doubtful.
Yet the leader of the band did not hesitate a moment.
He stepped directly to the panel, touched the concealed
button, and as the door swung open he stood aside while
his companions entered with me. Then he closed the panel
behind him and followed us.
Down through the passageways to the pits we went. The leader
rapped upon it with the hilt of his sword--three quick, sharp
blows, a pause, then three more, another pause, and then two.
The Gods of Mars |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Herbert West: Reanimator by H. P. Lovecraft: not to be imagined save in nightmares -- a glassy-eyed, ink-black
apparition nearly on all fours, covered with bits of mould, leaves,
and vines, foul with caked blood, and having between its glistening
teeth a snow-white, terrible, cylindrical object terminating in
a tiny hand.
IV. The Scream of the Dead
Published May 1922
in Home Brew Vol. 1, No. 4, p. 53-58.
The scream of a dead man
gave to me that acute and added horror of Dr. Herbert West which
harassed the latter years of our companionship. It is natural
Herbert West: Reanimator |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Arizona Nights by Stewart Edward White: equally interesting to observe how his companions would help him.
They seemed to realise that they were not wanted, and would push
themselves between the cowboy and his intended mount with the
utmost boldness. In the thick dust that instantly arose, and
with the bewildering thunder of galloping, the flashing change of
grouping, the rush of the charging animals, recognition alone
would seem almost impossible, yet in an incredibly short time
each had his mount, and the others, under convoy of the
wranglers, were meekly wending their way out over the plain.
There, until time for a change of horses, they would graze in a
loose and scattered band, requiring scarcely any supervision.
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