|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Out of Time's Abyss by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
looked up to see five red-robed creatures dropping slowly in
ever-lessening spirals toward their little amphitheater. With no
attempt at concealment they came, sure of their ability to
overwhelm these two fugitives, and with the fullest measure of
self-confidence they landed in the clearing but a few yards from
the man and the girl.
Following a plan already discussed Bradley and the girl retreated
slowly into the woods. The Wieroos advanced, calling upon them
to give themselves up; but the quarry made no reply. Farther and
farther into the little wood Bradley led the hunters, permitting
them to approach ever closer; then he circled back again toward
Out of Time's Abyss
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Cruise of the Jasper B. by Don Marquis:
had a lot of fun with her."
"Barge?" Cleggett rose and buttoned his coat; the conversation
was somehow growing more and more distasteful to him. "You
wouldn't call the Jasper B. a BARGE, would you?"
"Well, you wouldn't call her a YACHT, would you?" said Mr.
"Perhaps not," admitted Cleggett, "perhaps not. She's more like a
bark than a yacht."
"A bark? I dunno. Always thought a bark was bigger. A scow's
more her size, ain't it?"
"Scow?" Cleggett frowned. The Jasper B. a scow! "You mean a
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Exiles by Honore de Balzac:
he added artlessly, "I took the only way we know of going to God."
"My child! oh, sublime boy!" cried the old man, throwing his arms
round Godefroid, and clasping him to his heart. "You are a poet; you
can boldly ride the whirlwind! Your poetry does not proceed from your
heart; your living, burning thoughts, your creations, move and grow in
your soul.--Go, never reveal your ideas to the vulgar! Be at once the
altar, the priest, and the victim!
"You know Heaven, do you not? You have seen those myriads of angels,
white-winged, and holding golden sistrums, all soaring with equal
flight towards the Throne, and you have often seen their pinions
moving at the breath of God as the trees of the forest bow with one