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Lochlann was late for class. He thought about not even going but he needed to show up for the bare minimum if he wanted to pass this semester, which he did, so he made himself stumble out of bed to brush his teeth, grab his bag, and walk through the halls relatively undisturbed. He looked...

Lochlann was looking for his apartment keys. The young man was barefoot in his apartment. Each step he took echoed like a horse's hooves. He wore jeans, a t-shirt that advertised a kayaking company in Shickshinny, and he accessorized with a beer bottle in his left hand. Lochlann took a swig...

I need to talk to you, Lochlann texted her. Can you meet me on the roof at the bookstore? Lochlann was leaned over the edge of the roof on the bookstore. The sunset was brilliant tonight, the sky a vivid red, the clouds pink, and the sun itself a shimmering ball of light. Lochlann took...

The promised phone call finally came true by the weekend. It was Alaude's first free day since the last time he saw Lochlann, and he had called the guy immediately after confirming he'd have no other appointments. He asked Adelene for the contact number, which the little sister gave along with a...

Thursday was finally here, and just as promised Addy and Lochlann were just about to have lunch. When Lochlann dropped by her house the last time, things ended up really messy thanks to Alaude, but that was one thing they didn't have to worry about today since they were meeting outside. She...

It's been a few days and Addy finally got her brother Alaude to come with her to her best friend's work place. The older brother had been nothing but grumpy, even though Addy could see through that act and knew he was being like this because he was overprotective. She must never let him know...

Lochlann was at Guin's apartment door. He wasn't sure what he was doing here. He wasn't sure what he was doing with the bottle of pills in his hand or the bottle of whisky. He wasn't even sure why he was wet. That was the worst part. Baby, why am I all wet? He had a feeling he knew...

It was spring. Lochlann's scars had mostly healed, but he still had to keep his hand wrapped for work. The bar had hired him back after all and he was slowly getting used to the idea of living above the Rusted Anchor again. He was taking classes and, with some encouragement, had even started...

He received Guinevere's text and was at her apartment an hour later. Surprisingly, Lochlann was dressed rather formally, or as formal as he would get. He had on a pair of grey dress pants, a collared shirt, and a tie. His shirt was even tucked in and the sleeves weren't too wrinkled. He had...

The Rusted Anchor Lochlann never thought of anything as being his before. He spent a lot of time moving around. He understood that places were temporary and that a bedroom was only his in the sense that his body occupied it for a short while. He understood rooms and homes to be places of...

Lochlann was an immigrant. He had never remembered a time before traveling. His brother, Lawrence, had fond memories of the lochs and rivers between Ireland, Scottland, and the Isle of Man. Lochlann was presumably born in one of these locations but what he remembered most was the traveling...

The ballroom was empty this time of night. Just like the last time, he'd cut his hand and drawn a circle on the floor. In the circle of the floor was a book, just like last time. He was drunk, too, just like last time. This time, the symbols were perfect. The moonlight that fell in through...

He didn't mean to come back to the island. He'd waited three weeks at his house, milling about and doing farm work, throwing himself into repair projects as though fixing a fence or refinishing an old cabinet or mending a torn quilt would somehow mend the damage that she'd done to him over the...

She was still sleeping when he came back into the room. She was wrapped up in the comforter and her hair was spilling across the pillow like a sunrise. She looked so small, so delicate, so very, very human. It made Lochlann hungry. It was Christmas. The house was warm for once, toasty...

Lochlann rammed the shovel into the frozen soil. He pushed down on the cold blade with a booted foot and pressed with every ounce of weight he had. The earth grunted and protested against his onslaught but eventually started to crumble. He hefted the shovel up, tossed the dirt to the side, and...

Lochlann's concept of time had always been tenuous at best. So, for now, the term jetlagged meant nothing to him. He felt warn out and exhausted and he had no idea how long it'd taken him to arrive back into the United States from the Manta Carlos Islands. It was cold and this thin jacket...

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@"Kyros" [hr] He was ready. Lochlann was lying on the ground by the edge of the lake. His knuckles were bleeding, but Lochlann couldn't remember how, or why, or if he should care. He was drunk. He felt sick, too. It took so much to get him to this point but now that he was here...

He'd lost track of the days since the funeral. They weren't much different than the nights only, instead of lying in his bed, he lied to everyone who asked him how he was doing. Only, he didn't lie, because Lochlann wasn't sure if he could. He would say things like, "I've been keeping busy."...

Lochlann never fell asleep in front of people. Up until today, he thought he was incapable of such a transgression ever occurring. Lochlann rarely slept well above the surface. It was too loud here, and his thoughts seemed to weigh too much. It was worse here, too, on this damn island in this...