| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Maria, or the Wrongs of Woman by Mary Wollstonecraft: wrapped it up in an old gown, and hid it in a corner of my box.
"Nobody yet suspected me, because they had been accustomed to
view me as a creature of another species. But the threatening
storm at last broke over my devoted head--never shall I forget it!
One Sunday evening when I was left, as usual, to take care of the
house, my master came home intoxicated, and I became the prey of
his brutal appetite. His extreme intoxication made him forget his
customary caution, and my mistress entered and found us in a
situation that could not have been more hateful to her than me.
Her husband was 'pot-valiant,' he feared her not at the moment,
nor had he then much reason, for she instantly turned the whole
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dracula by Bram Stoker: When his head had disappeared, I leaned out to try and see more,
but without avail. The distance was too great to allow a proper angle
of sight. I knew he had left the castle now, and thought to use
the opportunity to explore more than I had dared to do as yet.
I went back to the room, and taking a lamp, tried all the doors.
They were all locked, as I had expected, and the locks were
comparatively new. But I went down the stone stairs to the hall
where I had entered originally. I found I could pull back the bolts
easily enough and unhook the great chains. But the door was locked,
and the key was gone! That key must be in the Count's room.
I must watch should his door be unlocked, so that I may get it and escape.
 Dracula |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Moll Flanders by Daniel Defoe: infected, his vitals stabbed through as with a dart.
It is true this poor unguarded wretch was in no danger from
me, though I was greatly apprehensive at first of what danger
I might be in from him; but he was really to be pitied in one
respect, that he seemed to be a good sort of man in himself;
a gentleman that had no harm in his design; a man of sense,
and of a fine behaviour, a comely handsome person, a sober
solid countenance, a charming beautiful face, and everything
that could be agreeable; only had unhappily had some drink
the night before, had not been in bed, as he told me when we
were together; was hot, and his blood fired with wine, and in
 Moll Flanders |