| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Awakening & Selected Short Stories by Kate Chopin: through the open door and windows, gave what light was needed to
the old black mammy who stood at the table concocting a tisane of
fragrant herbs. It was very late.
Others who had come, and found that the stupor clung to her,
had gone again. P'tit Maitre had been there, and with him Doctor
Bonfils, who said that La Folle might die.
But death had passed her by. The voice was very clear and
steady with which she spoke to Tante Lizette, brewing her tisane
there in a corner.
"Ef you will give me one good drink tisane, Tante Lizette, I
b'lieve I'm goin' sleep, me."
Awakening & Selected Short Stories |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from McTeague by Frank Norris: "Hurry now; hurry on. You fool, you've done it now. They
could hear that miles away. Hurry now. They ain't far off
now."
As he depressed the lever of the rifle to reload it, he
found that the magazine was empty. He clapped his hands to
his sides, feeling rapidly first in one pocket, then in
another. He had forgotten to take extra cartridges
with him. McTeague swore under his breath as he flung the
rifle away. Henceforth he must travel unarmed.
A little more water had gathered in the mud hole near which
he had camped. He watered the mule for the last time and
McTeague |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from In the Cage by Henry James: girl, as she sat on the pier and overlooked the sea and the
company, to see them evaporate in rosy fumes and to feel that from
moment to moment there was less left to cipher about. The week
proves blissfully fine, and her mother, at their lodgings--partly
to her embarrassment and partly to her relief--struck up with the
landlady an alliance that left the younger couple a great deal of
freedom. This relative took her pleasure of a week at Bournemouth
in a stuffy back-kitchen and endless talks; to that degree even
that Mr. Mudge himself--habitually inclined indeed to a scrutiny of
all mysteries and to seeing, as he sometimes admitted, too much in
things--made remarks on it as he sat on the cliff with his
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