Webisode 3 - The end

It was on a dark and rainy day. The river Thames could hardly be seen; it was covered by fog. We could not see what was around us but something had happened.The tower of London was closed and the beefeaters were whispering something to each other.The ravens had disappeared…..
Suddenly they heard the sound of a little girl singing, « the London Bridge is falling down ». She was nowhere to be seen but her voice drifted through the fog.All of a sudden a scream broke through the mist and the mad cackling of the ravens could be heard.
There was a flash of light and the figure of the little girl clad in a long white dress stood out against the fog. Her face was as white as her garment but she was astoundingly beautiful. Her long curly red hair fell down on her frail shoulders on which a raven suddenly landed. There was another flash of light, and the little girl gazed out of the White Tower with a sneaky grin.Above the White tower, the ravens were gathering in the sky to make up the shape of a skull. The beefeaters… looked up anxiously.
As she stared at the tower the little girl saw a man with a beard and a scar above his left eye.He walked towards the tower holding a rusty key. Slowly he began to turn the key in the lock. As the door opened there was a strange sound. Suddenly the door was flung open and the girl was able to see….a dark round shaped room. She was petrified and her eyes were wide open with fright

- “Margaret!... Anne!... Thomas!... Catherine!... Edward!…” She started to whisper. It was a secret room which sheltered old paintings which depicted portraits. All these dead and forlorn characters seemed to be looking at a painting whose character had slipped away.
“No! ... not John Brydges, please!…” She implored.
The man with a beard and a scar above his left eye showed Lady Jane her way back to the painting :
- “ Your majesty, go back where you belong please!”…..

“I can’t “ sobbed Lady Jane. It’s too late for me to go back home now. She turned the way she had come and ran from the room and back into the fog outside.
Suddenly she heard a terrifying sound which she had never heard before. A huge red object emerged from the mist. It was the number 11 bus to Victoria. Lady Jane was petrified. She had never seen a bus before and ran frantically into the road to escape from the metal monster. A car coming in the other direction swerved to avoid ner, but could not slow down fast enough. She hit the windscreen head on and was killed instantly.
That night there was a small article in the “London Standard” about an unknown girl who had been killed that day. Mysteriously, she could not be identified, but was wearing Medieval clothes and had long, curly red hair.
It seems that Lady Jane could never escape her destiny!

THE END!

Writing a short story : webisode 2.

It was on a dark and rainy day. The river Thames could hardly be seen; it was covered by fog. We couldn’t see what was around us but something had happened.
The tower of London was closed and the beefeaters were whispering something to each other.
The ravens had disappeared…..

Suddenly they heard the sound of a little girl singing, « the London Bridge is falling down ». She was nowhere to be seen but her voice drifted through the fog.
All of a sudden a scream broke through the mist and the mad cackling of the ravens could be heard.

There was a flash of light and the figure of the little girl clad in a long white dress stood out against the fog. Her face was as white as her garment but she was astoundingly beautiful. Her long curly red hair fell down on her frail shoulders on which a raven suddenly landed. There was another flash of light, and the little girl gazed out of the White Tower with a sneaky grin.
Above the White tower, the ravens were gathering in the sky to make up the shape of a skull. The beefeaters… looked up anxiously.

As she stared at the tower the little girl saw a man with a beard and a scar above his left eye.
He walked towards the tower holding a rusty key. Slowly he began to turn the key in the lock. As the door opened there was a strange sound. Suddenly the door was flung open and the girl was able to see….

Writing a short story - Webisode 1.

What we've got here is the beginning of the story the English and the French groups are writing in turns. It is quite promising although none of us know where all this will lead us!....Will you stand this agonizing suspense?

It was on a dark and rainy day. The river Thames could hardly be seen, it was covered by fog. We couldn’t see what was around us but something had happened.
The tower of London was closed and beefeaters were whispering something to each other. The ravens had disappeared…..
Suddenly they heard the sound of a little girl singing, « London bridge is falling Down ». She was nowhere to be seen but her voice drifted through the fog.
All of a sudden a scream broke through the mist and the mad cackling of the ravens could be heard.
There was a flash of light and…..

LC-SE - Putney, London.

Thanks to the project LC-SE (Language College – Section Européenne,) Elliott School and Claude Chappe started a partnership in January 2003.
Elliott School is situated in Putney, London. ( www. Elliott-school.org.uk)
We started an email correspondence and have been working on very humble projects so far. Claude Chappe shot a film to introduce the pupils, the school, and the neighbourhood before Elliott’s students came to visit us in June 2004.
The English students arrived after lunch, met the students, and then went to a lesson with French teachers. They spent the night at a youth hostel. The day after, we visited a few monuments together.

This year, the 4D is writing two stories, one in French and one in English : we have started to write about five sentences of each, and the English students will go on with five more sentences. We will be writing in turns until the story is finished. The English students will correct and explain our mistakes in English, and the French students will do the same if there are mistakes in French.

Here is an example of what two students wrote in 2003. The task was different since they had to associate words with their personal family background and explain.

This is what Sharif, an English student, wrote.

Une Couleur: bleu
Une Odeur: les oignons
Un Bruit: Le revolver
Un Objet: une petite auto
Du Matériel: la soie
Une Personne: ma mère
Une Fleur: la dionée
Un Arbre: arbre de nôel
Un Repas: du curry avec du riz
Des Vêtements: un manteau à capuche
Un Bâtiment: la grande roue ‘London Eye’

Une Couleur
J’aime le bleu parce que cela me rappelle la couleur des toits des mosquées à Londres et en Afghanistan.

Une Odeur
L’ odeur des oignons parce que quand j’étais petit ma mère toujours cuisinait les oignons avec autres choses.

Un Bruit
J’aime les revolvers parce que quand j’étais en Afghanistan mon père en avait un.

Un Objet
J’aime ma petite voiture parce que quand c’était mon deuxième anniversaire mon oncle m’ en a donné une.

Du Material
J’aime la soie parce que ma mère fait les écharpes avec.

Une Personne
J’aime ma mère parce qu’elle est speciale pour moi.

Une Fleur
J’aime la dionée parce que quand j’avais huit ans mon père en a acheté une pour ma mère.

Un Arbre
J’aime l’arbre de nôel parce que quand j’étais petit toujours je demandais à mon père de m’en acheter un, mais il ne l’a pas fait.

Un Repas
J’aime le curry avec du riz parce que c’est savoureux et c’est un plat traditionnel.

Des Vêtements
J’aime un manteau à capuche parce que quand j’étais petit j'en avais beaucoup, mais ma mère les déteste.

Un Bâtiment
J’aime la grande roue du millennium parce que j’y suis allé avec ma famille.

This is what Simon, a French student, wrote.

A Person
ME :
I was born in Laxou (Meurthe-et-Moselle, Lorraine) on september, 19th, 1989. I used to live in a very little apartment with my parents. I remember strange songs of our ex-neighbours who were in a sect ! I moved to Paris when I was 3 and now I have 2 sisters who are 9 and 7.

A Colour
GREEN :
Green because that is the colour of nature and of the big forest which is where I was born. That reminds me of the beautiful walks I had when I lived there and even after.

A Tree
CHERRY PLUM TREE :
This tree grows in aboundance in my native region. Its fruits are delicious and we
can eat them in pies, in marmalades and row of course. We can also drink it in alcohol.

A Meal
CHERRY PLUM PIE
As there are a lot of Cherry Plum trees, in my native region, there is a lot of Cherry plums ! So the cherry plum pie is the speciality. I wonder how many pies I ate !

A Monument
THE EIFFEL TOWER
Now I live in Paris and we can see the Eiffel tower everywhere in paris. Many tourists come to see it because this is the must ! But this is not my favourite monument.

A Smell
THE SMELL OF POLLUTION
There aren’t only good things in Paris : there is pollution. Everywhere you go, you can smell this smell, and sometimes, you can’t speak because of a throat ache.

A Piece of Music
ALTERNATIVE ROCK
This is my favourite music. This doesn’t come from my native region but I like it very much. Particularly the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Nirvana or The Offspring.

A Flower
TULIP
This is my favourite flower because of its colours. This doesn’t grow where I was born but I love it. I think there is no explanation !