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VOLUME 18 / ISSUE 1 mwplanet 23

I was gasping for air, running through the streets of Rome with a gun in one hand and blood in the other. Millions of questions were racing through my mind. “What did I do? Why did I do it? Oh my God, am I going to jail?” I turned into a gloomy alleyway as I fought with myself, and then stopped dead in my tracks.

I could not believe my eyes. I felt the blood drain from my face. I began trembling. Then she � nally spoke.

“Nick. Nick, what have you done?” I was dumbfounded. “Fine, do not answer me, but please, Nick, just turn yourself in. You cannot keep running!”

She stood there looking at me with her bright blue eyes and gorgeous long blonde hair, wearing her favourite white silk robe. I started feeling light-headed. Was that really her?

She chuckled, then said, “Yes, Nick, it is me and I will always love you no matter what.” And then she was gone. No � ash, no boom, nothing. She just disappeared right in front of me, and I did not understand how.

So I yelled, “Maria! I love you! Please come back!” I began sobbing, “I miss you, and I do not know why I did this! But I will � x everything, I promise!”

Suddenly, police cars were speeding my way and policemen were pin-ning me to the ground. I yelled, “Maria, I am sorry! I am sorry!” At the corner of my eye, I saw a policeman pull out a taser. I yelled, “Please, no! Maria, help me!”

I was out cold…

TO BE CONTINUED… Follow up with this dramatic story in issue 2 of the Mary Ward Planet

By: Carolina Vecchiarelli

My head is full of questionsBut they won’t come out

They get lost in the lyrics of my favourite songs

As my mind mellows to the soothing sounds of the guitarThe words twist and turn till they are nothing but dust

Swept under the carpetNever to be seen

Their answers no longer sought after

A distant memory Waiting to be

TriggeredLonging to burst

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By: Erin Edghill