| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: savage war tale.
After breakfast Wetzel said to Joe:
"You stay here, an' I'll look round some; mebbe I'll come back soon, and we'll
go out an' kill a buffalo. Injuns sometimes foller up a buffalo trail, an' I
want to be sure none of the varlets are chasin' that herd we saw to-day."
Wetzel left the cave by the rear. It took him fifteen minutes to crawl to the
head of the tortuous, stony passage. Lifting the stone which closed up the
aperture, he looked out and listened. Then, rising, he replaced the stone, and
passed down the wooded hillside.
It was a beautiful morning; the dew glistened on the green leaves, the sun
shone bright and warm, the birds warbled in the trees. The hunter's moccasins
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: decaying dwelling. It was very evidently of a different age and
class from those about it.
Muller had already raised his hand to pull the bell, when he stopped
and let it sink again. His eye caught sight of a placard pasted up
on the wall of the next house, and already half torn off by the wind.
The detective walked over, and raising the placard with his cane,
read the words on it. "That's right," he said to himself. Amster
gave a look on the paper. But he could not connect the contents of
the notice with the case of the kidnapped lady, and he shook his
head in surprise when Muller turned to him with the words: "The lady
we are looking for is not insane." On the paper was announced in
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Chessmen of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: stone walls of which were pierced by windows at regular intervals
about the entire circumference of the room. She was lying upon a
pile of sleeping silks and furs while there knelt above her a
young woman who was forcing drops of some cooling beverage
between her parched lips. Tara of Helium half rose upon an elbow
and looked about. In the first moments of returning consciousness
there were swept from the screen of recollection the happenings
of many weeks. She thought that she awoke in the palace of The
Warlord at Helium. Her brows knit as she scrutinized the strange
face bending over her.
"Who are you?" she asked, and, "Where is Uthia?"
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