story - part IV (by Ewa)

She cried. She has never been in such a hard and silly situation before. It was a beautiful evening, and she just wanted to have some time for herself to analyse all the situaltions and mistakes which she had made in her life, but Joe appeared in her way again. It was like a storm durling a quiet and sunny day.

- Joe... you have to understand me... It's over, and I have to move on and close that part of my life.

Paloma wiped out the tears from her cheeks...

- You can do it, you and Chris... It can not be over... The two of you guys make the best couple I have ever seen. He really loves you.

She broke down again when she was listening to his words. She didn't want to hear it. Because of it all the memories came back.

She knew it was love, but could not get back to him again after all that happened.

- Joe...

She wanted to say something, but her voice was so weak...

- He will always be the best part of my life, but now I have to move on. I have to say good bye.

It was clear that she kept some secret in her heart. Her eyes were full of pain.

- I wish I could be with him... He has to forgive me, you have to forgive me too.

As soon as she said those words, she collapsed on the sidewalk.

story - part III (by Monika)

She had been walking down the same street for a few days and nothing was new to her, all the lights were on and she was running to catch the last bus to get her home. Suddenly, she heard some steps running towards her, that person was getting closer and closer. She started to feel a bit afraid, she couldn't turn around to see who was following her, but after a few seconds she turned around and she saw a man. It was already dark, so she couldn`t see who exactly he was. He started to call her name, and just then she realised who that man was. 

- I believe it's you... she said.
- Yes, it's me, just me... Joe!

Unfortunately, Joe was actually the one who she didn't want to see. Chris and Joe has been best friends forever, they had known each other for more than 20 years. They had grown up together, done exactly the same things, partied all the time in high school, football was a common hobby for them both. They simply knew each other inside out. She started to feel her hands were shaking and her voice was trembling, everything was happening again. Joe was there - that was a fact. In her had the image of Chris started to appear and Joe was the cause of all that . She had been perfectly fine before she met him again. 

- Why are you here? This is part of my past and I want all this to stay like that, she said. 
- It's impossible... I'm here to take you with me back to Dublin! Chris has to know what's happened. I can't do this anymore! He is my best friend and I owe him that! 

Her face was pale and she couldn`t talk, she just sat down and started to cry!

story - part II (by Adrianna)

She ran away without stopping and without even taking a breath. Her thoughts were as strong and wild as the love between them. She had to do it this way. The choice, however, was the most difficult in all her life - the choice between freedom and true love. She had a terrifying vision of the future. She wanted to protect Chris from certain death. Her family would never allow for a relationship between a princess and a common man without the heritage of royalty. But he would always be the most beautiful, powerful memory of her life. She would never forget the times they spent together, their evenings by candlelight, never-ending conversations, laughter and… deep love. It was incredible love. She knew he would be in her heart forever.

Suddenly, something froze her body. She heard someone’s steps and at that moment she lost consciousness.

story - part 1

Please find below the first part of a story that we're going to write together over the course of a few weeks. Each student will be asked to write a short part of it (word limit is 120-200 words). Let me begin...

It was a warm, almost windless September night in Dublin. Chris was sitting beside a big bedroom window of his small apartment on West Essex Street in Temple Bar. It was quiet. Tuesday nights are usually fairly quiet, even in this part of the city which is known for being very vibrant and lively. Sipping whiskey and coke, he could only hear some light traffic noise coming from Dame Street. The drink reminded him of Paloma – his Brazilian girlfriend who had lived in Dublin for a few months, but then suddenly disappeared without any trace. The last time he saw her was the day before his birthday - 15th February 2012 - when they had a few of those drinks.