|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Elizabeth and her German Garden by Marie Annette Beauchamp:
black strip of sky over our heads. It was bitterly cold,
and Minora was silent, and not in the least inclined to laugh
with us as she had been six hours before.
"Have you enjoyed yourself, Miss Minora?' inquired Irais,
as we got out of the forest on to the chaussee, and the lights
of the village before ours twinkled in the distance.
"How many degrees do you suppose there are now?"
was Minora's reply to this question.
"Degrees?--Of frost? Oh, dear me, are you cold,"
cried Irais solicitously.
"Well, it isn't exactly warm, is it?" said Minora sulkily;
Elizabeth and her German Garden
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart:
"D-o is ditto," he said gently, "not do."
As the nurse droned along, I found myself looking curiously at a
photograph in a silver frame on the bed-side table. It was the
picture of a girl in white, with her hands clasped loosely before
her. Against the dark background her figure stood out slim and
young. Perhaps it was the rather grim environment, possibly it was
my mood, but although as a general thing photographs of young girls
make no appeal to me, this one did. I found my eyes straying back
to it. By a little finesse I even made out the name written across
the corner, "Alison."
Mr. Gilmore lay back among his pillows and listened to the nurse's
The Man in Lower Ten
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Copy-Cat & Other Stories by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman:
pipe chimney, two windows, and a door -- Christo-
pher stood at the entrance and seemed to illuminate
it. Stephen for a minute doubted his identity.
Christopher had lost middle age in a day's time.
He had the look of a triumphant youth. Blue smoke
was curling from the chimney. Stephen smelled
bacon frying, and coffee.
Christopher greeted him with the joyousness of
a child. "Lord!" said he, "did Myrtle send you up
with all those things? Well, she is a good woman.
Guess I would have been cold last night if I hadn't