|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Bunner Sisters by Edith Wharton:
the basement of one, while the other announced itself, above the
knotty wistaria that clasped its central balcony, as the Mendoza
Family Hotel. It was obvious from the chronic cluster of refuse-
barrels at its area-gate and the blurred surface of its curtainless
windows, that the families frequenting the Mendoza Hotel were not
exacting in their tastes; though they doubtless indulged in as much
fastidiousness as they could afford to pay for, and rather more
than their landlord thought they had a right to express.
These three houses fairly exemplified the general character of
the street, which, as it stretched eastward, rapidly fell from
shabbiness to squalor, with an increasing frequency of projecting
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Rinkitink In Oz by L. Frank Baum:
own. For only in Pingaree were shoes shaped in this
manner: high at the heel and pointed at the toes.
"Stop!" he cried in an excited voice, and the girl
obeyed, wonderingly. "Tell me," he continued, more
gently, "where did you get those shoes?"
"My father brought them to me from Regos," she
"Yes. Are they not pretty?" asked Zella, looking down
at her feet to admire them. "One of them my father
found by the palace wall, and the other on an ash-heap.
Rinkitink In Oz
|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:
whether you didn't know." It was the world-old
argument which floors love. Amelia succumbed.
The next evening a frightened little girl clad in
one of Lily Jennings's white embroidered frocks was
racing to the Jenningses' house, and another little
girl, not at all frightened, but enjoying the stimulus
of mischief and unwontedness, was racing to the wood
behind Dr. Trumbull's house, and that little girl was
clad in one of Amelia Wheeler's ginghams. But the
plan went all awry.
Lily waited, snuggled up behind an alder-bush,