| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Chessmen of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: behind him. The panthan crossed the room quickly and tried a
door. It was locked. He heard a muffled click behind him and
turned about with ready sword. He was alone; but the door through
which he had entered was closed--it was the click of its lock
that he had heard.
With a bound he crossed the room and attempted to open it; but to
no avail. No longer did he seek silence, for he knew now that the
thing had gone beyond the sphere of chance. He threw his weight
against the wooden panel; but the thick skeel of which it was
constructed would have withstood a battering ram. From beyond
came a low laugh.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from End of the Tether by Joseph Conrad: as if in a sudden cloudlike burst of steam; and the clear
water seemed fairly to boil in all the passages. The
provoked sea outlined exactly in a design of angry foam
the wide base of the group; the submerged level of
broken waste and refuse left over from the building of
the coast near by, projecting its dangerous spurs, all
awash, far into the channel, and bristling with wicked
long spits often a mile long: with deadly spits made of
froth and stones.
And even nothing more than a brisk breeze--as on
that morning, the voyage before, when the Sofala left
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine: take of casual greeting. Without showing himself unfriendly, he
gave her no opportunity to determine how far they would go with
each other. This rather piqued her, though she would probably
have rebuffed him if he had presumed far. Of which probability
Val Collins was very well aware.
They met one morning in front of a drug store downtown. She
carried a parasol that was lilac-trimmed, which shade was also
the outstanding note of her dress. She was looking her very best,
and no doubt knew it. To Val her dainty freshness seemed to
breathe the sweetness of spring violets.
"Good morning, Miss Mackenzie. Weather like this I'm awful glad I
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