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Miserable Grouse
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Having not been around much here on AD during 2007 after a somewhat busy and stressfull year. (Mum's Ok now! yea!) I've thankfully managed to get back into my creative flow again, so for your delectation here's a previously unrealesed and suitably dark piece from Tales from the Apocalypse. Sparky the prince of darkness is back! LOl

Miserable Grouse Miserable grouse lived in a suitable house with his suitable spouse, children, digital T.V., S.U.V., and Nintendo Wii he had it all but wanted more a fully fledged commercial whore. But he wasn�t happy with his lot with what he�d achieved and what he�d got, he cared little for the News relying as he did, on ill informed tabloid views, he didn�t understand or care about the World only his own superficial existence and when the latest gadget would be unfurled. Getting into debt with money he didn�t have for things he didn�t need deceived into an advertised lifestyle a member of the flock the ignorant sheeple of greed. Miserable Grouse? Miserable indeed� But miserable grouse had a dark monstrous secret he kept from one and all one that could destroy his unhappy empire and complete his fall. He�d missed the news bulletins that day about the missing children, war, and worldly gloom He was on the internet�a loathsome predator looking for more innocent victims to groom� �When suddenly his screen went dead, his face turned red and all the power went from the room... and then from his suitable house. Miserable grouse in a rage, swore at his suitable spouse who checked the fuses and found nothing amiss except for the lack of passion and the occasional kiss� if she only knew. A corruptor of innocence lost in the darkness ran from his suitable house into the street it was the same everywhere, everyone was powerless With nothing suitable with which fate to greet The ominous atmosphere filled the grouse with fear his lips began to tremble and eyes began to tear as he looked towards the skies he saw his victim�s faces in the hellfire now racing across the firmament vengeful angels stripping his flesh from bone ensuring his torment would be suitably permanent. There can be no justice in the elimination of a race but in this one individual case? The beast had released Armageddon upon an unsuspecting world and what had gone before, really wouldn�t matter anymore. Paul Williams�2008

Reviewed by Linda Brooks

Reviewed on September 23, 2009

Fabulously woven and crafted, subtly leading the reader from ordinary greed to extraordinary evil. And pragmatic soul that I am, it made me think that parole conditions should forbid internet use, for after all, offenders are not allowed near schools. Perhaps the ankle 'bracelet' could let out a piercing shriek when in an internet cafe--that should shake up the system. I see scalding coffee 'accidentally' spilled by many, the hospital burns unit--hell indeed. Sorry, registered nurse and a bit Irish Aussie, tend to go sideways!!!

Reviewed by Ahmad Abang (Reader)

Reviewed on August 5, 2008

It is dark and ominous indeed. I like how it progresses.Good work.

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on January 18, 2008

I think I read this same story on the inter-net three days ago. The hourglass is almost empty dude!

Reviewed by Rafika Anderson (Reader)

Reviewed on January 6, 2008

What a satisfying fantasy, immensely enjoyable in its treatment of this difficult topic. I especially enjoyed the line "it was the same everywhere, everyone was powerless" that bespeaks the mindless state of our entire generation. Thanks for sharing this energetic and imaginative piece.

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Captivating and very interesting, a little of the darkness is good for the soul. Glad you mom is doing okay....

Be safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

BLIMEY!!! You had me hooked from alpha to omega here, 007. Do you copy? The tra-la Mr Sun-tabloid Family Guy-type turning into Fred The Dead from a little terrace in Gloucester. No starring role (sorry!) for him... no Johnny Depp glamourising his sad psyche... Yes, in this instance, let him have The Chair... no, not the fairground one or his Captain Kirk computer one... THE OTHER ONE... Now look what you've made me... I've a substantial growth of facial hair... Could explain the "lack of passion and occasional kiss"-thing... :)) Yep, you're on... Spring down Dorset sometime... So pleased your Mam is mended. xxx

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

One very dark offering Chuckie!!

But as always most powerful written in the Paul William style!!

Love Tinka (chuckie)

Reviewed by Sara Coslett

HI Paul --- Yes, yes, Happy New Year to you too!

Now on to this poem. Is the grouse capitalism, or perhaps its evil ancillary consumerism? I wonder though, when if ever, has man not coveted more than he can afford?

What the grouse should have done was get a cheap flight to the States; to the British it is as if everything is half-price over here. I paid $3.50 GBP for 100 ml of coke in London. That comes to about $7.15 US for what costs here around $0.50. Oy!!! talk about grousing.

Be well ~ Sara

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

I often think a day just like the one you illustrate so well is now on the horizon - for us all.

And Happy New Year to You, Sparky - Enjoy it while you can!

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on January 5, 2008

Wow! you had me glued dude!;-) So good to see you grouse, oops I mean Paul!;-)Fantastic poetry, looking forward to more. It had better not be another year or I'll complain!lol

ET

Reviewed by Jennifer Holly MacDonald

Creepy dude, the rythm is a bit off for me but it was still compelling and I read it all the way through which is not usual for me and poetry.

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

OOO you dark beasty...

We gotta go mish with gr8 k8 a few times before spring.
Its always fun fun fun....
Glad all is tops......

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter

What a Louse is this Grouse....He is finished or there...about!

Glad you're back here.
Great seeing you again!
Susan

Reviewed by George Carroll

Dark and sinister as is your style when you let it loose but shove this guy back to hell where you got him from.

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Deep and dark and a strong message to the pervs out there to watch for your reward is on it's way and it wears horns.

Fee

Reviewed by Staci Gansky-Wagner

I like dark, a somewhat true reflection of the world and many people in the present. Nice write.

Reviewed by A PAX

Oh my watta tale! That one guy got the big hit?? Or maybe he was the first....hmmm I can see this as an animated cartoon.......or claymation.....this is very well done Paul.....bravo and welcome back.....pax A....anita :)

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

This is dark, Paul; it is also very compelling and some of it applies universally I believe. Thank you for sharing. Welcome back. Best wishes to you for the new year with love and peace,

Regis