| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Stories From the Old Attic by Robert Harris: mind, so that whenever he looked in her direction, his imagined
vision of her came before his eyes so vividly that he felt he could
almost see her. He thought that he could very nearly see the slight
curve of her lips, the sunlight shining in her hair, the expressions
of delight or concern on her brow.
Well, anyway, things worked out so well that pretty soon the girl's
father was mortgaging his house to pay for the wedding.
When the bride and groom awoke on the first day of their honeymoon,
the young man discovered that his eyes had been opened. However, he
also discovered that the girl lying beside him did not have the deep
blue eyes with long eyelashes, or the upturned nose with little
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton: had murdered him?
His wife declared that she had been asleep in her bed, and
hearing his cry had rushed out to find him lying on the stairs;
but this was immediately questioned. In the first place, it was
proved that from her room she could not have heard the struggle
on the stairs, owing to the thickness of the walls and the length
of the intervening passage; then it was evident that she had not
been in bed and asleep, since she was dressed when she roused the
house, and her bed had not been slept in. Moreover, the door at
the bottom of the stairs was ajar, and the key in the lock; and
it was noticed by the chaplain (an observant man) that the dress
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Maria, or the Wrongs of Woman by Mary Wollstonecraft: shall ever have an opportunity of instructing you, many observations
will probably flow from my heart, which only a mother--a mother
schooled in misery, could make.
"The tenderness of a father who knew the world, might be great;
but could it equal that of a mother--of a mother, labouring under
a portion of the misery, which the constitution of society seems
to have entailed on all her kind? It is, my child, my dearest
daughter, only such a mother, who will dare to break through all
restraint to provide for your happiness--who will voluntarily
brave censure herself, to ward off sorrow from your bosom. From
my narrative, my dear girl, you may gather the instruction, the
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