| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: She was off her horse, she knew not how, and to the edge. Her lover was out of
the saddle and clear of Comanche, though held to the animal by his right foot,
which was caught in the stirrup. The slope was too steep for them to come to a
stop. Earth and small stones, dislodged by their struggles, were rolling down
with them and before them in a miniature avalanche. She stood very quietly,
holding one hand against her heart and gazing down. But while she saw the real
happening, in her eyes was also the vision of her father dealing the spectral
blow that had smashed Comanche down in mid-leap and sent horse and rider
hurtling over the edge.
Beneath horse and man the steep terminated in an up-and-down wall, from the
base of which, in turn, a second slope ran down to a second wall. A third
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Gods of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: lighted than the corridors. Thuvia halted us. Quietly she
stole toward the entrance and glanced within. Then she
motioned us to follow her.
The room was filled with specimens of the strange beings
that inhabit this underworld; a heterogeneous collection of
hybrids--the offspring of the prisoners from the outside
world; red and green Martians and the white race of therns.
Constant confinement below ground had wrought odd freaks
upon their skins. They more resemble corpses than living
beings. Many are deformed, others maimed, while the
majority, Thuvia explained, are sightless.
The Gods of Mars |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Mountains by Stewart Edward White: pipes. After a time the pleasant chill creeps down
from the eternal snows. Some one throws another
handful of pine-cones on the fire. Sleepily you prepare
for bed. The pine-cones flare up, throwing their
light in your eyes. You turn over and wrap the soft
woolen blanket close about your chin. You wink
drowsily and at once you are asleep. Along late in
the night you awaken to find your nose as cold as a
dog's. You open one eye. A few coals mark where
the fire has been. The mist mountains have drawn
nearer, they seem to bend over you in silent
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