| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Thuvia, Maid of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: The others halted, nor did they dare return the fire
for fear of wounding the girl.
Then Thar Ban vaulted to the back of his thoat, Thuvia of Ptarth
still in his arms, and with a savage cry of triumph disappeared
down the black canyon of the Avenue of Quays between the sullen
palaces of forgotten Aaanthor.
Carthoris' flier had not touched the ground before he
had sprung from its deck to race after the swift thoat,
whose eight long legs were sending it down the avenue
at the rate of an express train; but the men of Dusar
who still remained alive had no mind to permit so valuable
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: canyon where that broad river had once pierced the foothills and
approached its sinking place in the great range. The headlands
at the stream’s entrance had been boldly carved into Cyclopean
pylons; and something about the ridgy, barrel-shaped designs stirred
up oddly vague, hateful, and confusing semi-remembrances in both
Danforth and me.
We also came upon several star-shaped open
spaces, evidently public squares, and noted various undulations
in the terrain. Where a sharp hill rose, it was generally hollowed
out into some sort of rambling-stone edifice; but there were at
least two exceptions. Of these latter, one was too badly weathered
At the Mountains of Madness |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Roads of Destiny by O. Henry: "In the front room?" asked the lady, turning her head sidewise.
"The rear, madame."
The lady sighed, as if with relief.
"I will detain you no longer then, monsieur," she said, employing the
round and artless eye. "Take good care of my house. Alas! only the
memories of it are mine now. Adieu, and accept my thanks for your
courtesy."
She was gone, leaving but a smile and a trace of sweet perfume. David
climbed the stairs as one in slumber. But he awoke from it, and the
smile and the perfume lingered with him and never afterward did either
seem quite to leave him. This lady of whom he knew nothing drove him
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