Author: P. Molnar, Word Count: 1741 Featured in Midsummer Archaeological Story Moot: Live Stream - Summer 2026 That evening, bike frame propped against his pelvis and one of his hands, he stood on the summit of the low-lying hill, at the northern edge of the village. Though the surrounding area was a lowland, it was... Continue Reading →
At McGilhenny’s | Midsummer Moot 2026
Author: G. Gleason, Word Count: 325 Featured in Midsummer Archaeological Story Moot: Live Stream - Summer 2026 Two young men in starched shirts and vests are shucking Blue Point oysters over bowls of natural ice. One of the men leans in and grins under his mustache to his comrade. Maybe it's in Polish, the patron... Continue Reading →
The Arrowhead | Midsummer Moot 2026
Author: N. Friedline, Word Count: 128 Featured in Midsummer Archaeological Story Moot: Live Stream - Summer 2026 The Arrowhead At the boundary of civilizationbeyond is a dense watery wilderness The canoe cuts through the lakeeach stroke of the paddlesends whirlpools swirling From the boreal horizona narrow island emergescovered in pine trees and stone the boat glides... Continue Reading →
An Altar for Litha | Midsummer Moot 2026
Author: Marie, P, Word Count: 105 Featured in Midsummer Archaeological Story Moot: Live Stream - Summer 2026 An Altar for Litha The smoldering letter of promise lies at the altarA life is born anew through the wordsThe sunrise of MidsummerBore witness to her awakening Too long has she borne the weight of her eldersToday her... Continue Reading →
Chapter.9: The Funeral
From the twelfth strike of midday, the bells of the great clock tower tolled continuously for an hour. Guests retreated to their rooms to prepare for the ceremony that evening. Raghnall paced in his chamber contemplating the ignorance of, or perhaps the indifference to, the villagers’ squalor which played out in hundreds of luncheons served... Continue Reading →
Chapter.8: Arrivals, Ash & Anguish
For days Raghnall witnessed multitudes arriving at Ravensholme. The castle, no-longer quiet, hummed with life. No matter where he was, talking and movement could be heard behind doors and through walls. The intensity of activity was such that he could wander about the castle un-noticed by staff and guests alike. The arrivals paraded through the... Continue Reading →
Chapter.7: ‘Faolan’
Sometime later, Aaralyn and Raghnall re-emerged from the thorny mass of brambles. They walked arm in arm, with exaggerated swagger, as if her mother's formal garden were restored about them. They laughed at a joke Eldridge once told Aaralyn about three ravens and a cockerel, and leisurely made their way back to the glass house... Continue Reading →
Chapter.6: A Secret Garden
Malaegar paced around his bed chamber, oblivious to the wild curtains, thrashing in the wind. The storm still raged, though it was not that which kept him from sleeping. Rather his head was awash with drunken thoughts. He muttered to himself, with only the stone grotesques which supported the black ceiling on their hunched backs... Continue Reading →
Chapter.5: Raven’s Rock
Eldridge guided Raghnall, this time at a leisurely pace through the steadily darkening corridors until they emerged into a long, thin, passageway. “Here, Sir. This passage leads directly to the great hall.” He pointed “It is a short walk to Raven’s Rock; however, I am certain you will appreciate the view. I bid you a... Continue Reading →
Chapter.4: ‘Eldridge’
For what felt like the longest of times, Raghnall dared not move. He carefully ate the herring on his plate and gently placed the cutlery down. He sipped lightly at his tea and gingerly nibbled his toast. He had not realized Malaegar had been paying such close attention to his words, Raghnall reflected as he... Continue Reading →
