T.K Wilson

“Eardwulf of Evermore: Between Two Worlds” by T.K Wilson

The city of Evermore occupies the twilight between worlds, just on this side of faerie. In fact, the territory it sits in is a border place between the World of Man and the World of Faerie. It is a place of beauty and danger, as Eardwulf Carrson, the ogre who protects it well knows. But sometimes, there is one magic moment where the stars align and all is peace... “Are you coming tonight?”  Eardwulf’s voice threaded it’s way through the open window of Katrina’s apartment.  “Of course I am, silly!” she answered. “I’m just looking ...

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“Caelan the Wulver: The Healer of Evermore” by T.K Wilson

Submitted to Contest #105

Caelan the Wulver was a quiet sort of fellow. One that didn’t want to be in anyone’s way or bother anyone, what he liked best was to read and memorize all sorts of lore. He was a skilled healer, and an amiable companion, though he didn’t talk very much. He watched from the sidelines more often than not, working to patch up those who had been hurt, only fighting in extremities, and his best friends, Eardwulf and Cullen, knew that his strength lay in support. Sometimes it was a lonely place, Caelan knew he was valued, he knew his friends ...

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“The King of the Flowers” by T.K Wilson

Submitted to Contest #103

TW: Mild talk of suicidal thoughts.Goewyn was dreaming about the dryads again. The beautiful dryads, who had always loved her, the child of spring and sunshine, born on May Day. Here was Lord Ablach, of the Apple Trees, and his wife Maia of the Hawthorn Trees, Adair the Oak King, winsome and wise, Ilex the Holly King, merry and cheerful. But there was one she had only seen in her dreams, Lord Rhodon. He was never absent from her life, however. It was said the rose bower across from her window had been planted by him and his wife, Lady Akasma...

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“Torben of Evermore and Fingal of Meridian: The Cake and Other Matters” by T.K Wilson

Stella looked into her refrigerator with well-deserved pride at the home-made German Chocolate Cake she had baked. It was frosted with thick caramel and coconut icing, studded with piped chocolate icing, dark chocolate bars, whipped cream, and raspberries.  “That looks gorgeous, honey!” cheered Jane as she helped her daughter remove it from the refrigerator.  “Only the best for Torben and Christine’s first real date,” Stella donned a pair of plastic deli gloves and packed it in a box, which she then placed in a small, well padded p...

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“Fingal of Meridian: Fallen Star” by T.K Wilson

Submitted to Contest #99

Fingal stood on a hill, looking at the sun rising over the human city. Another sunrise, another fruitless night of searching these forsaken hills and empty streets for Rosera. He leaned on a tree, willing himself not to drop from weariness. Three sunrises and sunsets had passed since the word came to him that she was missing. Today would be the fourth. He sat down at the foot of the tree, (his legs wouldn’t hold him anymore) looking down into the city below as it came to life. He felt dead inside, his hope of finding Rosera alive fading with...

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“Eardwulf and Katrina: The Well at the World's End” by T.K Wilson

Katrina Lawson made her way down into the inner workings of the City of Evermore. Since she had been proclaimed an “elf-friend” and given a key that would let her pass any doorway into the hidden city, she had come down to them many times, in special pursuit of her friend Eardwulf. He was the captain of the defense garrison here, which was unusual considering his race; Eardwulf was in fact, a seven-foot-tall, tusked, horned, ogre. Eardwulf’s massive size and fearsome appearance belied the soul of a poet who would gladly use his axe for cutti...

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“Up from Evermore: The Star of Meridian ” by T.K Wilson

Lady Maegan stood watching out the window of the room usually occupied by Stella Leroux. It was a black night, a thin sliver of moon shone down through the ragged clouds and tossing trees. She kept her anxious vigil for Rosera, the human girl her brother loved, intending to return to the City of Evermore for the night and go to the Otherworld in the morning. Rosera hadn’t lived in Maegan’s home of Meridian for some time, not only had she become well from her time with the witch Sycorax and could go home safely, but it simply wasn’t proper fo...

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“Eardwulf of Evermore: A Stranger from Above” by T.K Wilson

Submitted to Contest #96

Eardwulf Ragnarson was considered very odd for an ogre. He was a capable warrior and a gifted axe fighter, but preferred the telling of tales and the singing of songs to battle. He loved the small creatures and was often seen in the company of elves. While the Ogres as a people had been at peace with the elves for centuries, they still didn’t trust them, much less one of their own kind who liked them. It was this shunning that led to Eardwulf coming to live in Evermore. Away from the negativity of his ogrish peers, Eardwulf thrived. He ...

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“Torben of Evermore: The Witch Hunter's Niece ” by T.K Wilson

Submitted to Contest #95

Torben Eardwulfson had always been stubborn. His mother swore the boy was a week overdue because he’d heard his projected birthday and decided to be contrarian and make everybody wait. But his strong willed streak had never really asserted itself until he met Christine Rimmer. Chistine was part of the illustrious Rimmer Witch-Hunter family, one of the few “civilians” who were not involved in the witch hunting trade. She and Torben met the night of the May-Day Ball at Evermore. The Meridian family, plus Rosera, (who had been promoted to ...

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“The City of Evermore” by T.K Wilson

Submitted to Contest #93

She knew this was a mistake. Coming to these loud things was always a mistake, but she wanted to be liked so badly! When Marly Hubert, the most popular girl at school had invited her to the carnival, she wanted to go simply so they’d stop calling her “Spacy Stella”. But once somebody set off those dang firecrackers, she bolted. So here she was, in an unfamiliar neighborhood, crying and trying to find a way home. “Anybody seen Stella?” asked Jenny, one of Stella’s only friends.  “Oh, she ran off somewhere like the flake she is!” said Mar...

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“A Lady of Shadow” by T.K Wilson

Submitted to Contest #92

The darkness was what haunted Sera the most. The darkness of the witch’s castle and the horrid hissing voices of the Wraiths she kept as her servants and pets. They whispered and taunted. “You’ll never see the sun again.” “No one will remember you.” “Lost…”“You can never go home.” Sera’s screams woke the House Meridian, sending the elves scrambling to her aid. Maegan was with her first, calling “Sera, Sera, it’s alright!” Lord and Lady Meridian came next with lights in their hands, Fingal, a light in one hand and a d...

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“The Queen of the Flowers” by T.K Wilson

Submitted to Contest #90

The white climbing rose that stood on the east side of Keep Meridian’s garden had many names. To rose fanciers, (who came from miles around to view her splendor) she was the Scimitar Rose. To the bards, she was the noble Queen of the Flowers. But to the Elves of Meridian, she was Akasma, or at least the only part of her that remained in this world.  In life, Akasma was a dryad. The dryad of white roses, the Queen of the Flowers, her husband was Lord Rhodon, the dryad of red roses, and the King of the Flowers. She was long dead, killed...

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“The Mermaid of St. Eulalia” by T.K Wilson

Submitted to Contest #83

Boris Bjornson lived by himself in a little cottage by the sea, high up on a cliff. He was as skilled a fisherman as any captain could wish for. He was tall and amazingly strong; he could haul, and he could mend, and was a miracle for predicting the weather. However, he wasn’t the most sociable fella. Poor lad, he was left an orphan all at once when a sudden gale took both his father and his mother. Rumor had it that his mother was a mermaid, but Boris always laughed that off. Only a few of the villagers came to visit his isolated house, you...

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“Thus Always to Tyrants” by T.K Wilson

Submitted to Contest #79

Maegan Meridian looked at her father, Aelius, stoically making his way through New York City traffic. The car was silent but for the engine noise and the barely-audible prayer of their passenger. Maegan turned slightly in her seat to observe Fionn Clanless, the boy she called brother, praying his rosary. Silky strands of long, towhead blonde hair obscured his handsome face and contrasted starkly with his black Goth-style clothing, a bit more conservative than what he usually had on.  Maegan watched his fingers slide over the beads, coun...

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