Mort High

[x.Jesi.x]

Rows of proud Victorian houses stood in line, next to each other, all unique in look. All designed differently to keep people different. While tea parties and meals went on with neighbours and friends, mothers watched their children play in front of the homes. They would love the sound of their laughter as they enjoyed a game of their choice. The street deserted as they would not have a car go past due to the time of day. With not a care of their actions children played ball, they played marble and enjoyed the summer sun. The sound of the lapsing waves behind them as they played, some of the older children joining the magical sound to beaches of pure gold and seas of crystal blue. The sun waved its magic on them once again.

The tall building on the hill meant so much to the villagers. That building on the hill, twas the school. The building has such views from every single window that you could not but enjoy it there. The rooms so big and airy you would have space to fit twice the amount of people in them as they had. They would be so unique like each house. A room for everything, a place for anything. They were enjoyed and were never filled with an unhappy atmosphere as when they went they found themselves enjoying everything they learnt, they knew no other way. Because of the building been before the Victorian times it fit in perfectly with the village. Making it seem even more unreal.

The grass was so green and the nature so wild. Many animals spent time in the sun like the humans, not afraid to be seen as they understood the peace they received. The chirping of the birds in the morning as they sing to each other, as they fly around each other twittering all day. They would stand a good distance away but not ready to run when they grazed in the fields that the children played. The trees all stood; covered in rich green leaves, plants blooming to their fullest. The country looked untouched. Every house had its own little garden with the swinging chairs they all loved to enjoy. They had the neat little gardens and curvy paths. They would all have the garden in top condition with the grass too green to be true. This all was work of those who loved their homes and loved the life they lead, their lives in Ciutat.


Now when you look at this emruixada village of Ciutat, you would never believe that it was the same place, the homes over grown, the sound of only they odd crow as it found the debris of corpses. This was not the work of those who loved this place but the lives of the soldiers who bombed this place in the WW2. The lives of many lost as they were not ready, they did not want to leave, and this was paradise. They liked it here; they did not have a choice. Animals only feared the worse and the sound was nothing. It was dead. There is a strange atmosphere as there is nothing to feel. Well nothing but sadness. This is what has become of the village so many once loved. Building reduced to rubble, walls pulled down. The green live was dead, black.


When the couple of travellers, the Johns, found Ciutat they fell instantly in love with it. They found it the most amazing place of earth. They found one house that stood, they thought it was beautiful and decided to stay. They were not affected by the atmosphere that the place gave off and were happy to be the only ones there. Well they were the only ones there for the time being. They buried any bodies that they found and wanted to make the place like it was. They went round clearing gardens so they could grow. They slowly brought the place back to live. After a year to two they had a child. They had more than one. They brought their children up and self taught them, they worked with them and they played on the grounds of this village. It was all worthwhile as they spent time together and the children grew up but as they did it they were all helping getting the place back to normal. They gradually grew up and then people joined the village, one or two more travellers. Gradually the population grew. As the couple who founded the village were the main villagers they moved into the school but as people did not know they worked very hard getting the natural look back, that ancient and unique look. Gradually before they passed away they had made their dream come true. They got the school open and they passed away side by side. It was the most amazing thing because all though they had left the world they had given a gift to those around, and the people who they had affected continued their work.

Today we look upon this school as they have taken so much work into making it better. But gradually the people that had such inspiration faded away. This wasn’t a problem it just meant that people became weary. Those who moved into the village moved out again but those who were born in the village stayed. They ever had to worry about the atmosphere around them because it didn’t matter to them because they were used to it in their inheritance. But those who were new to the feeling fled away from it making the village unsettled.

Mort High school became a very popular school for those in the village but people who came were not so sure. Some say that they felt a sort of ‘weird’ feeling towards the village. Something like they were not welcome. They felt they were been spooked by the old villagers. Are you staying or leaving? Why don’t you see what the strange feeling is all about...?


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- Mort High Admin