|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Running a Thousand Miles for Freedom by William and Ellen Craft:
stopped. However, after remaining in the cabin
till all the other passengers were gone, we had our
luggage placed on a fly, and I took my master by
the arm, and with a little difficulty he hobbled on
shore, got in and drove off to the best hotel, which
John C. Calhoun, and all the other great southern
fire-eating statesmen, made their head-quarters while
On arriving at the house the landlord ran out
and opened the door: but judging, from the poul-
tices and green glasses, that my master was an
Running a Thousand Miles for Freedom
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
as the grimy object was exposed to view. One by one
they unearthed many similar pieces, all of the same
uniform, dirty yellow, until a pile of them lay upon
the ground, a pile which Abdul Mourak fondled and
petted in an ecstasy of greed.
Something stirred in the ape-man's mind as he looked
long upon the golden ingots. Where had he seen such
before? What were they? Why did these Tarmangani covet
them so greatly? To whom did they belong?
He recalled the black men who had buried them.
The things must be theirs. Werper was stealing them as
Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Riverman by Stewart Edward White:
stretching before him a long life of endeavour, the sort of
endeavour he enjoyed, exulted in; and in it he would be untrammelled
and alone. The idea appealed to him. Suddenly he was impatient for
the morrow that he might begin.
He turned out of the side street. His own house lay before him,
dark save for the gas jet in the hallway and the single lamp in the
library. A harmony of softly touched chords breathed out through
the open window. He stopped; then stole forward softly until he
stood looking in through the doorway.
Carroll sat leaning against the golden harp, her shining head with
the soft shadows bent until it almost touched the strings. Her