| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: Anderson stared at him in silent horror, moistening his dry lips
with the tip of his tongue. Once his gaze shifted to the sheriff
but found small comfort there. Collins had picked up a newspaper
and was absorbed in it.
"Are you going to let him kill me?" the man asked him hoarsely.
He looked up from his newspaper in mild protest at such unreason.
"Me? I ain't sittin' in this game. Seems like I mentioned that
already."
"Better not waste your time, signor, on side issues," advised the
man behind the gun. "For I plumb forgot to tell you I'm allowing
only three minutes to begin your story, half of which three has
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart: near the roof, locked himself in and went to bed."
"And he is there now?"
"He is there now."
We had no weapons. I am aware that the traditional hero is always
armed, and that Hotchkiss as the low comedian should have had a
revolver that missed fire. As a fact, we had nothing of the sort.
Hotchkiss carried the fire tongs, but my sense of humor was too
strong for me; I declined the poker.
"All we want is a little peaceable conversation with him," I
demurred. "We can't brain him first and converse with him afterward.
And anyhow, while I can't put my finger on the place, I think your
The Man in Lower Ten |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tess of the d'Urbervilles, A Pure Woman by Thomas Hardy: Darch?" said one of the group suddenly.
All looked at Car. Her gown was a light cotton print,
and from the back of her head a kind of rope could be
seen descending to some distance below her waist, like
a Chinaman's queue.
"'Tis her hair falling down," said another.
No; it was not her hair: it was a black stream of
something oozing from her basket, and it glistened like
a slimy snake in the cold still rays of the moon.
"'Tis treacle," said an observant matron.
Treacle it was. Car's poor old grandmother had a
Tess of the d'Urbervilles, A Pure Woman |
