| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: like some weird aerial monster, the headlights streaming uncannily
through space - then blackness - and a terrific crash.
And now the other car had come to a stop almost opposite where she
lay. Danglar and the two chauffeurs, shouting at each other in
wild excitement, leaped out and rushed to the edge of the embankment.
And then suddenly the sky grew red as a great tongue-flame shot up
from below. It outlined the forms of the three men as they stood
there, until, abruptly, as though with one accord, they rushed
pell-mell down the embankment toward the burning wreckage. And as
they disappeared from sight Rhoda Gray jumped to her feet, sprang
for Danglar's car, flung herself into the driver's seat, and the car
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Little Britain by Washington Irving: Little Britain who has long, long since bloomed, faded, and
passed away. As I am an idle personage, with no apparent
occupation, and pay my bill regularly every week, I am looked
upon as the only independent gentleman of the neighborhood;
and, being curious to learn the internal state of a community so
apparently shut up within itself, I have managed to work my
way into all the concerns and secrets of the place.
Little Britain may truly be called the heart's core of the city;
the stronghold of true John Bullism. It is a fragment of
London as it was in its better days, with its antiquated folks
and fashions. Here flourish in great preservation many of the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Maggie: A Girl of the Streets by Stephen Crane: fists. She thought of the collar and cuff manufactory and the
eternal moan of the proprietor: "What een hell do you sink I pie
fife dolla a week for? Play? No, py damn." She contemplated
Pete's man-subduing eyes and noted that wealth and prosperity was
indicated by his clothes. She imagined a future, rose-tinted,
because of its distance from all that she previously had experienced.
As to the present she perceived only vague reasons to be
miserable. Her life was Pete's and she considered him worthy of
the charge. She would be disturbed by no particular apprehensions,
so long as Pete adored her as he now said he did. She did not feel
like a bad woman. To her knowledge she had never seen any better.
Maggie: A Girl of the Streets |
