| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Time Machine by H. G. Wells: I washed, and dined, and now I am telling you the story.
`I know,' he said, after a pause, `that all this will be
absolutely incredible to you. To me the one incredible thing is
that I am here to-night in this old familiar room looking into
your friendly faces and telling you these strange adventures.'
He looked at the Medical Man. `No. I cannot expect you to
believe it. Take it as a lie--or a prophecy. Say I dreamed it
in the workshop. Consider I have been speculating upon the
destinies of our race until I have hatched this fiction. Treat
my assertion of its truth as a mere stroke of art to enhance its
interest. And taking it as a story, what do you think of it?'
The Time Machine |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: The gap between Diablo and Sol narrowed yard by yard. At first
it had been a wide one. The raider beat his mount and spurred,
beat and spurred, wheeled round to shoot, then bent forward again.
In his circle at the upper end of the valley he turned far short
of the jumble of rocks.
All the devil that was in Blanco Diablo had its running on the
downward stretch. The strange, cruel urge of bit and spur, the
crazed rider who stuck like a burr upon him, the shots and smoke
added terror to his natural violent temper. He ran himself off his
feet. But he could not elude that relentless horse behind him.
The running of Blanco Sol was that of a sure, remorseless driving
Desert Gold |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: wharf now, and there was not much farther to go, and - and surely
she could hold all the lead she needed until she reached the edge.
The light from the arc lamp held her in view again out here on the
wharf where she was clear of the shed; but she knew they would not
fire at her except as a last resort. They could not afford to sound
an alarm that would attract notice to the spot - when they had, or
believed they had, both the Adventurer and the White Moll within
their grasp now.
She was running now with short, hard, panting gasps. There were
still five yards to go-three-one! She looked around her like a
hunted animal at bay, as she reached the end of the wharf and stood
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