|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Edingburgh Picturesque Notes by Robert Louis Stevenson:
signed by an enthusiastic people. In the long arm of the
church-yard that extends to Lauriston, the prisoners from
Bothwell Bridge - fed on bread and water and guarded,
life for life, by vigilant marksmen - lay five months
looking for the scaffold or the plantations. And while
the good work was going forward in the Grassmarket,
idlers in Greyfriars might have heard the throb of the
military drums that drowned the voices of the martyrs.
Nor is this all: for down in the corner farthest from Sir
George, there stands a monument dedicated, in uncouth
Covenanting verse, to all who lost their lives in that
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Baby Mine by Margaret Mayo:
were in reality only a child. She sank into her chair and then
proceeded, with a martyred air.
"You see it was like this," she said. "Alfred came into the
restaurant just after we had gone out and Henri, the waiter who
has taken care of him for years, told him that I had just been in
to luncheon with a gentleman."
Jimmy shifted about on the edge of his chair, ill at ease.
"Now if Alfred had only told me that in the first place," she
continued, "I'd have known what to say, but he didn't. Oh no, he
was as sweet as could be all through breakfast and last night
too, and then just as he was leaving this morning, I said
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Thuvia, Maid of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
The girl sprang to her feet with an exclamation of
surprise and displeasure. Her queenly head was poised
haughtily upon her smooth red shoulders. Her dark eyes
looked angrily into those of the man.
"You forget yourself, and the customs of Barsoom, Astok,"
she said. "I have given you no right thus to address
the daughter of Thuvan Dihn, nor have you won such a right."
The man reached suddenly forth and grasped her by the arm.
"You shall be my princess!" he cried. "By the breast of
Issus, thou shalt, nor shall any other come between Astok,
Prince of Dusar, and his heart's desire. Tell me that
Thuvia, Maid of Mars