| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: ranch.
Madeline observed then that the horses were once more trotting.
The wind was colder, the night darker, the foot-hills flatter.
And the sky was now a wonderful deep velvet-blue blazing with
millions of stars. Some of them were magnificent. How strangely
white and alive! Again Madeline felt the insistence of familiar
yet baffling associations. These white stars called strangely to
her or haunted her.
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It was a crackling and roaring of fire that awakened Madeline
next morning, and the first thing she saw was a huge stone
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: what had happened. Not an Indian raised a weapon. There were screams from the
women and children, a shouted command from Big Tree, and then all stood still
and waited.
Thundercloud, the war chief of the Wyandots, pulled his black stallion back on
his haunches not twenty feet from the prisoner at the stake. His band of
painted devils closed in behind him. Full two hundred strong were they and all
picked warriors tried and true. They were naked to the waist. Across their
brawny chests ran a broad bar of flaming red paint; hideous designs in black
and white covered their faces. Every head had been clean-shaven except where
the scalp lock bristled like a porcupine's quills. Each warrior carried a
plumed spear, a tomahawk, and a rifle. The shining heads, with the little
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Research Magnificent by H. G. Wells: would stand up.
She caught hold of him again. "Stay with me," she said.
He made no effort to shake off her grip. He looked at the dark
cloud of her hair that had ruled him so magically, and the memory of
old delights made him grip a great handful almost inadvertently as
he spoke. "Dear Leopard," he said, "we humans are the most streaky
of conceivable things. I thought I hated you. I do. I hate you
like poison. And also I do not hate you at all."
Then abruptly he was standing over her.
She rose to her knees.
"Stay here, old Cheetah!" she said. "This is your house. I am your
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