| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Yates Pride by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman: "Maybe," said Abby, "girls had choice then as much as now, but I
never could make out why she didn't marry Harry Lawton."
Ethel gave her head a toss. "Maybe," said she, "once in a while,
even so long ago, a girl wasn't so crazy to get married as folks
thought. Maybe she didn't want him."
"She did want him," said Abby. "A girl doesn't get so pale and
peaked-looking for nothing as Eudora Yates did, after she had
dismissed Harry Lawton and he had gone away, nor haunt the
post-office as she used to, and, when she didn't get a letter, go
away looking as if she would die."
"Maybe," said Ethel, "her folks were opposed."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: apart from the erratic and unbelievable tales extorted from the
captured members, absolutely nothing was to be discovered; hence
the anxiety of the police for any antiquarian lore which might
help them to place the frightful symbol, and through it track
down the cult to its fountain-head.
Inspector Legrasse was scarcely
prepared for the sensation which his offering created. One sight
of the thing had been enough to throw the assembled men of science
into a state of tense excitement, and they lost no time in crowding
around him to gaze at the diminutive figure whose utter strangeness
and air of genuinely abysmal antiquity hinted so potently at unopened
Call of Cthulhu |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Road to Oz by L. Frank Baum: Both the shaggy man and Dorothy looked grave and anxious, for they
were sorrowful that such a misfortune had overtaken their little
companion. Toto barked at the fox-boy once or twice, not realizing it
was his former friend who now wore the animal head; but Dorothy cuffed
the dog and made him stop. As for the foxes, they all seemed to think
Button-Bright's new head very becoming and that their King had
conferred a great honor on this little stranger. It was funny to see
the boy reach up to feel of his sharp nose and wide mouth, and wail
afresh with grief. He wagged his ears in a comical manner and tears
were in his little black eyes. But Dorothy couldn't laugh at her
friend just yet, because she felt so sorry.
The Road to Oz |
