Once upon Europe
Photo storytelling
aN e-twinning PROJECT
2017-18
2017-18
Once upon Europe : photo storytelling
Collaborative stories
France
Turkey
Italy
Lyon
cREMONA
eskisehir
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Thriller reportBook 1
A fantasy story
A fantasy story
The secret
Of a
CITY
Chapter one
Are you really sure you want to work on this subject?
Yes, I replied, this story fascinates me, it's so mysterious ...
I had stopped, lost in my thoughts, in the questions that jostled in my head. What had happened 5 years ago that this small city with airs yet so quiet, lost its vitality?
I was dying to ask all my questions to old Mr. Grumble, sitting in front of me.
Are you fine ?
Yes, I replied, this story fascinates me, it's so mysterious ...
I had stopped, lost in my thoughts, in the questions that jostled in my head. What had happened 5 years ago that this small city with airs yet so quiet, lost its vitality?
I was dying to ask all my questions to old Mr. Grumble, sitting in front of me.
Are you fine ?
I shook my head quickly before making a reassuring little smile.
Yes, not to worry, can we start?
Mr. Grumble gave a brief nod in response. So I opened my notepad, and patted my notebook with my pencil.
I thought for a moment about the question I was going to ask first, I could not afford to forget any details, no words, no reactions.
Nothing was to pass between my fingers.
Yes, not to worry, can we start?
Mr. Grumble gave a brief nod in response. So I opened my notepad, and patted my notebook with my pencil.
I thought for a moment about the question I was going to ask first, I could not afford to forget any details, no words, no reactions.
Nothing was to pass between my fingers.
I had to know everything ,it was necessary:
Erick, tell me about the night of September 13th?
Erick Grumble took a deep breath, closing his eyes. I felt he was reluctant to speak, our talk made him relive the terrible tragedy that the small town of Woodvalley had undergone. But I was captivated ...
It must have been a little past midnight, everything was quiet, there was really no sound, as if the night had eaten all the living things in this city.
Erick, tell me about the night of September 13th?
Erick Grumble took a deep breath, closing his eyes. I felt he was reluctant to speak, our talk made him relive the terrible tragedy that the small town of Woodvalley had undergone. But I was captivated ...
It must have been a little past midnight, everything was quiet, there was really no sound, as if the night had eaten all the living things in this city.