|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft:
of certain snakes. Below the waist, though, it was the worst;
for here all human resemblance left off and sheer phantasy began.
The skin was thickly covered with coarse black fur, and from the
abdomen a score of long greenish-grey tentacles with red sucking
mouths protruded limply.
Their arrangement was odd, and seemed
to follow the symmetries of some cosmic geometry unknown to earth
or the solar system. On each of the hips, deep set in a kind of
pinkish, ciliated orbit, was what seemed to be a rudimentary eye;
whilst in lieu of a tail there depended a kind of trunk or feeler
with purple annular markings, and with many evidences of being
The Dunwich Horror
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Awakening & Selected Short Stories by Kate Chopin:
Now she rested her elbow on the cushion of the glove counter,
and a pretty, pleasant young creature, delicate and deft of touch,
drew a long-wristed "kid" over Mrs. Sommers's hand. She smoothed
it down over the wrist and buttoned it neatly, and both lost
themselves for a second or two in admiring contemplation of the
little symmetrical gloved hand. But there were other places where
money might be spent.
There were books and magazines piled up in the window of a
stall a few paces down the street. Mrs. Sommers bought two
high-priced magazines such as she had been accustomed to read in the
days when she had been accustomed to other pleasant things. She
Awakening & Selected Short Stories
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London:
Tilly'd slipped away, so I followed. But when I looked over my
shoulder at the skirt of the crowd, the devil laid me by the
heart, and I dropped the blanket and went back.
"By then the dogs'd been knocked apart and the crowd was
untangling itself. Nobody was in proper place, so they didn't
note that Tilly'd gone. 'Hello,' I says, gripping Chief George by
the hand. 'May your potlach-smoke rise often, and the Sticks
bring many furs with the spring.'
"Lord love me, Dick, but he was joyed to see me,--him with the
upper hand and wedding Tilly. Chance to puff big over me. The
tale that I was hot after her had spread through the camps, and my