Lord Winklebean III

Just attempting to better myself, one word at a time.

Writings

Followers

Following

Lord Winklebean III

Just attempting to better myself, one word at a time.

Writings

Followers

Following

Deceived

Lord Winklebean III

1 min read

With angels and demons, it’s not too hard.

They wear their wings, either polished or marred.

It’s hard to deceive when you’re so deeply scarred.

Man’s nature is more difficult to reveal.

To not know whether man is good or bad.

Is a complicated list of the life he’s had.

Saints and sinners have both gone mad.

I understand the winged ones’ appeal.

Wings that are singed would be the worst.

Damned ...

Poetry

Ice caves and bullet holes

Lord Winklebean III

4 min read

“Fine,” Mom said as the kids were putting their boots on.

“Stay away from the river, and don’t go near the ice caves,” she sternly announced to them.

“Ice Caves?!” Alex exclaimed. This was his first time visiting his cousin at their ranch. Every time he turned around, there was another fascinating aspect of this rural life. The coyotes howling each night, the arrowheads and ancient fossils litter...

Thriller

Horror

I like birds

Lord Winklebean III

1 min read

The days aren’t wasted watching the birds.

Splashing in their bath.

Eating at the feeder.

I even have a few different species nested in the old elm out front.

Hundred and thirty years old if a day.

After we’re all dead and gone, it’ll remain.

I eat my meals outside with the birds.

It’s nice to have company, you know.

I sit at my table on the patio drinking my tea.

I hate my neighbors and their dam...

Poetry

Drama

Lamp Post Leaner

Lord Winklebean III

1 min read

Not all are wired to appreciate a moonless night.

A cold ,haunting darkness that devours the world.

Poor souls wandering the twilight, drunk on the day before.

Stumbling from lamp post to lamp post.

As clueless and lost as the moths circling above.

You take a piss, bathed in the street light.

It splashes on your shoes.

Just a few more blocks, then you can rest.

Smiling as you daydream of the dream...

Poetry

Drama

Serendipity

Lord Winklebean III

1 min read

I love everything about you, let me count the ways.

I made a list while following you today.

I love the sugar that you put on your toast.

Right before you go to retrieve the post.

The way you sing into your shampoo bottle.

And the way you smile at your stuffed axolotl.

The patience and kindness while you work.

At delivering drinks to crowds of jerks.

Every night you lock the door.

I follow you hom...

Poetry

Romance

Grandma’s fame

Lord Winklebean III

1 min read

Grandma told us once when she was a girl while she was collecting Golgon eggs ,something came from the sky. She said that she had to close all her eyelids the sky was so bright. The noise was deafening according to her. Causing her outer ears to clench into her interior ears. As is the way,she minded her business and continued collecting the Ruby colored eggs from the webs they were laid. About th...

Science fiction

Humour

Peer Pressure

Lord Winklebean III

4 min read

“I’m telling you, I feel funny. When I feel like this it always ends up happening. I’d rather not be stuck at a party when i’m stuck in time.” Chrissy said as she met the others at the door of her townhouse.

“You always say that! we get that you have anxiety and stuff. But this time slip or whatever the hell you call it is ridiculous. Why is it that none of us has ever witnessed this shit?” Tyler...

Mystery

Thriller

Darwin’s Allegory

Lord Winklebean III

1 min read

Leopards never change their spots.

But they avoid situations that require stripes.

Sometimes they may want to alter their spots.

But the river will never need pipes.

It can only remove the stains from the days.

Making room for the stains of the nights.

Those immortal stains that bring the decay.

A stench that’s so rotten and so right.

Go live another dream in some false harmony.

But don’t give in...

Poetry

Drama

Happy Fucking Birthday

Lord Winklebean III

1 min read

“How can I decide a fate for myself that I’ll never have to experience?” The man said. His hands restrained behind his back. While a thin yet steady stream of blood ran down his face. Pooling slightly in his right eye, causing a scarlet blindness to overtake his vision. His left eye had an obvious occipital fracture, rendering it useless with swelling and tears. The day wasn’t supposed to go this ...

Horror

Science fiction

Good Christian

Lord Winklebean III

2 min read

“There’s a terrible misunderstanding” the deceased exclaimed at the gates of hell.

“I’m a good Christian! Hell is absolutely the last place i should ever be!” He cried out in a pathetic sob that caused even Cerberus to stop and look over in embarrassment and curiosity.

Morning Star looked Roy up and down ,confused by the emotional response of this sad man from Mississippi. He wept uncontrollab...

Fantasy