| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: at each doorway.
Armitage heard the savage yelping of the great
watchdog, and studied Whateley's gorilla-like lope as he crossed
the bit of campus visible from the window. He thought of the wild
tales he had heard, and recalled the old Sunday stories in the
Advertiser; these things, and the lore he had picked up from Dunwich
rustics and villagers during his one visit there. Unseen things
not of earth - or at least not of tridimensional earth - rushed
foetid and horrible through New England's glens, and brooded obscenely
on the mountain tops. Of this he had long felt certain. Now he
seemed to sense the close presence of some terrible part of the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Deserted Woman by Honore de Balzac: tears glittered in the deep shadows; perhaps his breathing sounded
faintly; perhaps unconsciously he trembled, or again it may have been
impossible that he should stand there, his presence unfelt by that
quick sense which grows to be an instinct, the glory, the delight, the
proof of perfect love. However it was, Mme. de Beauseant slowly turned
her face towards the doorway, and beheld her lover of bygone days.
Then Gaston de Nueil came forward a few paces.
"If you come any further, sir," exclaimed the Marquise, growing paler,
"I shall fling myself out of the window!"
She sprang to the window, flung it open, and stood with one foot on
the ledge, her hand upon the iron balustrade, her face turned towards
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Options by O. Henry: had been drank.
"The girl went up within ten feet of the bum idol, and got down and
massaged her nose with the floor, like the rest did. Then she went
nearer and laid the flower wreath on the block of stone at High Jack's
feet. Rummy as I was, I thought it was kind of nice of her to think
of offering flowers instead of household and kitchen provisions. Even
a stone god ought to appreciate a little sentiment like that on top of
the fancy groceries they had piled up in front of him.
"And then High Jack steps down from his pedestal, quiet, and mentions
a few words that sounded just like the hieroglyphics carved on the
walls of the ruin. The girl gives a little jump backward, and her
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