| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Island of Doctor Moreau by H. G. Wells: subsequently was built partly of coral and partly of pumiceous lava.
Two thatched roofs peeped from within this enclosure.
A man stood awaiting us at the water's edge. I fancied while we
were still far off that I saw some other and very grotesque-looking
creatures scuttle into the bushes upon the slope; but I saw nothing
of these as we drew nearer. This man was of a moderate size,
and with a black negroid face. He had a large, almost lipless,
mouth, extraordinary lank arms, long thin feet, and bow-legs,
and stood with his heavy face thrust forward staring at us.
He was dressed like Montgomery and his white-haired companion,
in jacket and trousers of blue serge. As we came still nearer,
The Island of Doctor Moreau |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: contrived to get it all on to my satisfaction. It was nearing sunset when I
rode out of Holston this second time. The sage flat was bare and gray. Dick
had long since reached the pines, and would probably make camp at the spring
where we had stopped for lunch. I certainly did not want to catch up with
him, but as there was small chance of that; it caused me no concern.
Shortly after sunset twilight fell, and it was night when I reached the
first pine-trees. Still, as the trail was easily to be seen, I kept on, for
I did not want to camp without water. The forest was very dark, in some
places like a huge black tent, and I had not ridden far when the old fear
of night, the fancy of things out there in the darkness, once more
possessed me. It made me angry. Why could I not have the same confidence
The Young Forester |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Damnation of Theron Ware by Harold Frederic: incidents of the previous evening.
There had been an enormous crowd, even greater than that of
Sunday night, and everybody had been looking forward to another
notable and exciting season of grace. These expectations
were especially heightened when Sister Soulsby ascended
the pulpit stairs and took charge of the proceedings.
She deferred to Paul's views about women preachers
on Sundays, she said; but on weekdays she had just as much
right to snatch brands from the burning as Paul, or Peter,
or any other man. She went on like that, in a breezy,
off-hand fashion which tickled the audience immensely,
The Damnation of Theron Ware |
