|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lair of the White Worm by Bram Stoker:
Nathaniel can tell you as much as you want about this, and put you,
if you wish, on the track of such accurate knowledge as there is."
Whilst they were looking at the heap of stones, they noticed that
another carriage had drawn up beside them, and the passenger--there
was only one--was regarding them curiously. The carriage was an old
heavy travelling one, with arms blazoned on it gorgeously. The men
took off their hats, as the occupant, a lady, addressed them.
"How do you do, Sir Nathaniel? How do you do, Mr. Salton? I hope
you have not met with any accident. Look at me!"
As she spoke she pointed to where one of the heavy springs was
broken across, the broken metal showing bright. Adam spoke up at
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|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Case of the Golden Bullet by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner:
peddler when they were alone again.
Nanette looked at him in surprise but was still too frightened to
offer any remarks. She opened several boxes and packages and laid
a number of pairs of gloves on the table. The old man looked
through them, turning them over carefully. Then he shook his head:
"There must be some more somewhere," he said. Nanette was no longer
astonished at anything he might say or do, so she obediently went
through the basket again and found a little box in which were
several pair of grey suede gloves, fastened by bluish mother-of-pearl
buttons. One of the pairs had been worn, and a button was missing.
"These are the ones I was looking for," said the peddler, putting
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Awakening & Selected Short Stories by Kate Chopin:
off her sufferings.
Edna began to feel uneasy. She was seized with a vague dread.
Her own like experiences seemed far away, unreal, and only half
remembered. She recalled faintly an ecstasy of pain, the heavy
odor of chloroform, a stupor which had deadened sensation, and an
awakening to find a little new life to which she had given being,
added to the great unnumbered multitude of souls that come and go.
She began to wish she had not come; her presence was not
necessary. She might have invented a pretext for staying away; she
might even invent a pretext now for going. But Edna did not go.
With an inward agony, with a flaming, outspoken revolt against
Awakening & Selected Short Stories