Part VI of the story (by Teresa)

After a while, when he had cooled down a bit, Sean noticed that he was alone. “Where is Sue?” he thought. In another room he found a note:

Sean, I am in a big, really big trouble! I have to run away! Take care of our son, please! Sue

- Wow! What is going on? Where is she? he wondered.
Then he heard some steps behind the door.
- Thanks god! She’s coming back. Too many surprises for one day! he kept on talking to himself.
With a strong kick and big noise the door burst open and Sean saw two massive men in black suits.
- Where is this fucking bitch? one of them asked.
- I… I don’t know. She… she has gone. I don’t understand what is going on, Sean asked confused.
- Oh yeah?! You don’t understand! And maybe, you know nothing about the money and the package from South America? Jules, who is this? What is this? A fucking joke? asked the other one.
- Vincent, slow down, let’s first look around and then we can ask this skinny gay questions and... don’t worry, I am sure he is going to tell us everything. Everything!!! said Jules with a wicked smile on his face.
When they moved and started to make mess, Sean in one second decided what to do. He put the sleepy Adam very gently into a wooden basked, and slowly and quietly moved into the next room and jumped through the window. Father and son, they both disappeared in the darkness.

Part V of the story (by Iwona)

When they were driving, Sue began a conversation.
- You know, that night in front of the bar it was not a coincidence. I was looking for you. I wanted to talk with you because I have something very important to say. I'm so glad that you're okay after that fainting.
Sean was confused, he didn't know what to think about it all. When they had parted a few months before he felt that she was ready to kill him with her bare hands, and now she was kind and caring. His thoughts were whirling in his head, maybe it was some trick or something worse. But he could have never predicted what would happen in a moment.
When they arrived at Sue’s place, there were plenty of toys and clothes for children. First he thought, "She's really crazy." But Sue, ahead of all his questions, went to another room and brought an infant, and said to Sean, “Have a look at your son Adam.”

Part IV of the story (by Lukas)

After a while, the monitor showed there were clear jumps on the line, a significant return of heart rate. A few seconds later, Sean opened his eyes, looked around and asked where he was and what had happened. The doctor said to him that he was lucky that he had been brought to the hospital quickly. He got a brain concussion and he should not have gotten drunk, but instead immediately gone to the doctor. He wanted to explain, but she was first and admitted to suggesting another drink, and that she had not known that it had been such a serious situation.
The next day he was discharged from hospital. He went outside the building and saw Sue waiting for him in the car.
- Thank you for coming. Maybe you want to go for breakfast? There's a good restaurant around the corner, he said.
- No, thank you, I'm not hungry. But can we go to my place for coffee?

Part III of the story (by Chris)

- Never mind. She will think whatever she wants... he thought.
- It’s time for a few glasses of whiskey. This should help you get over and forget about the whole shebang, she broke his thought.
When he was swigging another glass of Bushmills, suddenly all the world turned around before his eyes. He fell down on the floor.
- Oh my god, Sean! He’s not breathing!!! Can somebody help me?! Sue called out.
It created confusion in the pub.
- Everybody stand clear! I'm a doctor! said someone in the crowd.
- Call an ambulance!
When he was giving Sean mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, the ambulance arrived. Three paramedics got Sean on a stretcher and sped to St. James's Hospital where the doctors continued the struggle for his life. Unfortunately, a thin and horizontal line appeared on the heart monitor.

Part II of the story (by Szymon)

“Hey you, watch where you’re going!” he heard behind his back. He wanted to turn around and apologize, but again ran into someone. This time he didn't hear anything. He just felt a strong pain in the jaw and suddenly the night was lit up with a thousand stars. When he was waking up, he saw her. Sue was standing in the crowd and watching him recover.
- What happened? Sean asked.
- I don't really know. We heard there was a fight and we went out, but as I can see, everything is over now.
- Disappointed? he asked.
- Well, you finished like everything else: quickly and miserably.
- Nice to see you again, Sue. Would you like a drink? he asked, cleaning up his trousers.
She didn't answer, but just smiled.
A moment later they were at the bar drinking Bushmills. It took a while before he explained the reason for his attempted escape, but even he didn't believe the excuse about being late to a gig sounded convincing, because – in fact – they were still sitting in O'Niell's.

A story - part I

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 part of it (word limit is 120-200 words). Let me begin...

He was going to head for Sweeney’s Bar in Dame Street now, so he downed the remainder of his double Bushmills in one quick gulp. A friend of his was playing an acoustic gig upstairs there in fifteen minutes. He stood up and left O’Neill’s through the bar door on Suffolk Street with a cig tucked in the corner of his mouth. He was trying to light it when he noticed his ex standing in front of the bar and chatting to some girl. He immediately turned around and jumped back into O’Neill’s hoping she hadn’t seen him. “Sean!” he heard just before the door closed behind him. “Shit!” he thought, “She saw me.” He rushed through the Friday night crowd swarming around the bar and headed for the lounge door instead. He thought he would escape that way. And so he did.