Sarah bad ass

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Sarah Bad Ass

We regularly drank moonshine. It was made from grain gathered from Oldham Edge in the old power station. Lethal stuff. Double the strength of vodka or brandy. It not only got us drunk. We also made it into fire bombs. We used these against the English Army. Against tanks they weren't brilliant but on soldiers they did the job. Added to our other weapons it made us dangerous. On one drinking session I was with Red, Lee, Gun Barrel and John. We drank a bottle of moonshine each. I went slow. The guys loved shine. It lubricated them lol. We drank in one of the old flats at St Mary's Way. Telling stories that made me blush but I was one of the guys and knew a few myself. Boasts of who was the best shot or who had done the bravest/stupidiest battle act were drunkenly exchanged. Huge embellishments were added. Instead of hitting an enemy soldier at five hundred yards it was a mile. Even if the rifle could only shoot to half a mile. None of us had anything to prove but drunk was drunk. I let them get on with it. Mostly listening. I added my ownEdited

Sarah Bad Ass

We regularly drank moonshine. It was made from grain gathered from Oldham Edge in the old power station. Lethal stuff. Double the strength of vodka or brandy. It not only got us drunk. We also made it into fire bombs. We used these against the English Army. Against tanks they weren't brilliant but on soldiers they did the job. Added to our other weapons it made us dangerous. On one drinking session I was with Red, Lee, Gun Barrel and John. We drank a bottle of moonshine each. I went slow. The guys loved shine. It lubricated them lol. We drank in one of the old flats at St Mary's Way. Telling stories that made me blush but I was one of the guys and knew a few myself. Boasts of who was the best shot or who had done the bravest/stupidiest battle act were drunkenly exchanged. Huge embellishments were added. Instead of hitting an enemy soldier at five hundred yards it was a mile. Even if the rifle could only shoot to half a mile. None of us had anything to prove but drunk was drunk. I let them get on with it. Mostly listening. I added my own stories when asked or when I chose to. I was an Alpha Bitch. I was also female. So acted like one at times. The guys were all alphas. We all had the others' backs. Guns were still within reach when drunk. Just in case the army came knocking. We wanted no accidents so safety's were on. We are baked potatoes cooked over bricks and wood. Bottles were finished. More were opened. Things were slow now. I wanted to know about the new bike project. Tell me about your new motorcycle project, I said to Red and Gun Barrel. I hear it's a real bad ass bike. It went from there. Those two drank more shine and smiled. Real bad ass yes, from Red. Not a bike, a trike, and it will run on this, from Gun Barrel. You'll soon see young lady. As will the guys. Till then, let's drink some more. Hey Lee, tell me about how crap the English Army is at fighting. We all laughed. Lee slurred his words and went on. Well, it goes it goes like this. They shoot worse than school gals...

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 stories when asked or when I chose to. I was an Alpha Bitch. I was al. So acted like one at times. T were all alphas. We all had the others' backs. Guns were still within reach when drunk. Just in case the army came knocking. We wanted no accidents so safety's were on. We are baked potatoes cooked over bricks and wood. Bottles were finished. More were opened. Things were slow now. I wanted to know about the new bike project. Tell me about your new motorcycle project, I said to Red and Gun Barrel. I hear it's a real bad ass bike. It went from there. Those two drank more shine and smiled. Real bad ass yes, from Red. Not a bike, a trike, and it will run on this, from Gun Barrel. You'll soon see young lady. As will the guys. Till then, let's drink some more. Hey Lee, tell me about how crap the English Army is at fighting. We all laughed. Lee slurred his words and went on. Well, it goes it goes like this. They shoot worse than school gals...

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Riga powerless

Riga Powerless

Riga cried tears of what? I am powerless! They took those pilots. Stole them from the sky. And their planes too. I never thought it was possible. I knew I was wrong. It is possible as I have a similar craft. I could do the same if I wanted to. Go to a planet where beings flew in the sky in vehicles. I could go and abduct them. Just like happened on Earth in 1988. The American Navy pilots and crew intercepting an alien ship. Taken against their will by a flying saucer. Two missing F14 planes and four crew. Never seen again. All seen from the ground and on radar. Hundreds witnessed it. One man even took photos. He was harassed by the CIA. Give us the photos. No! The world saw what happened. And it happened again. Six months later. Two more Tomcat fighters and four crew taken again. This by a triangular shaped craft. Not a disc like before. I want to know what the pilot's wives and girlfriends were told. Riga wanted answers to her many questions. Was it possible for her to go and find the missing crews and planes? After all, Riga had a ship. It was alien and could abduct. But she was only one. Her ship was intelligent. So it was possible. But the morals of it ? Did those aliens have morals when they took the intercepting US Navy jets? Or were they so alien and robotic they were as sentient and aware as a piece of rock? The small gal wanted answers. From her tears came a determination. I will find the answers what happened. Where they were taken. Where they are now. And above all else, why? I will get the truth of what happened over Puerto Rico in 1988. Answers are needed. 

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Riga powerless

Riga Powerless

Riga cried tears of what? I am powerless! They took those pilots. Stole them from the sky. And their planes too. I never thought it was possible. I knew I was wrong. It is possible as I have a similar craft. I could do the same if I wanted to. Go to a planet where beings flew in the sky in vehicles. I could go and abduct them. Just like happened on Earth in 1988. The American Navy pilots and crew intercepting an alien ship. Taken against their will by a flying saucer. Two missing F14 planes and four crew. Never seen again. All seen from the ground and on radar. Hundreds witnessed it. One man even took photos. He was harassed by the CIA. Give us the photos. No! The world saw what happened. And it happened again. Six months later. Two more Tomcat fighters and four crew taken again. This by a triangular shaped craft. Not a disc like before. I want to know what the pilot's wives and girlfriends were told. Riga wanted answers to her many questions. Was it possible for her to go and find the missing crews and planes? After all, Riga had a ship. It was alien and could abduct. But she was only one. Her ship was intelligent. So it was possible. But the morals of it ? Did those aliens have morals when they took the intercepting US Navy jets? Or were they so alien and robotic they were as sentient and aware as a piece of rock? The small gal wanted answers. From her tears came a determination. I will find the answers what happened. Where they were taken. Where they are now. And above all else, why? I will get the truth of what happened over Puerto Rico in 1988. Answers are needed. 

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Riga Infinite Angel (written by AI edited by me)

 

Riga Infinite Angel (written by AI edited by me)

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​Scene 1: Tactical Deployment (Southern Chile)

 

The cold in the Andes cuts like a knife. Riga crouches in the brush. Her mind slips. She sees her father's face. Location: Southern hills, Chile. Weather: Freezing rain. High winds. Objective: Reconnaissance on an illegal weapons depot. A twig snaps. Riga freezes. Her finger tightens on the trigger. The Threat: Two armed guards walking the perimeter. The Distraction: A memory of Dhaka flashes. Her dad's funeral. The smell of incense. The Correction: Breathe. Focus. Clear the sight picture. She lets the guards pass. The target is noted. Her mind is back in the game. For now.

 

 

Scene 2: Next Chapter Opening (Time Jump)

 

Six months passed. The Southern Hemisphere winter turned to spring. Riga remained in South America. Timeline: Late 2026. Status: Contract extended. Three successful extractions completed. Physical Condition: Leaner. Faster. Sleepless. Logistics: Madrid is a world away. Pedro is still building Eurofighters. No contact. The grief did not leave. It just settled into the bone. A permanent weight.

 

 

Scene 3: Flashback Mission (The Asset Hunt)

 

Five years ago. A joint operation in a crowded marketplace. This was where Pedro proved himself. The Setup: Sniper coverage on a rogue informant. The Problem: Crosswinds at 30 knots. Crowded streets. Moving target. The Action: The target broke rank. Riga was blocked by a transport truck. She couldn't take the shot. The Save: One crisp crack from the north ridge. Pedro fired. A .308 round went clean through the gap in the truck windows. Target down. Clean drop.

 

Riga smiled through her scope. The fool really could shoot.

 

 

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Scene 1: The Andes Firefight

 

The reconnaissance turned loud. The two perimeter guards doubled back. A drone hummed overhead. Thermal imaging. Riga was exposed. Action: Riga rolled behind a granite outcrop. Weapon: Steyr AUG carbine. 5.56mm. Suppressed. Execution: First guard rounded the rock. Riga fired twice. Center mass. Drop. The Glitch: The second guard fired blindly. A bullet chipped the granite. Dust hit Riga's eyes. Her father's voice echoed: Check your flanks. Recovery: She blinked away the sting. She did not look. She tracked the sound of boots on wet shale. The Finish: Pivot. Pivot fast. One shot to the throat. Silence returned to the hills. The drone still hovered. She needed to move.

 

 

Scene 2: The Coded Message

 

Communication was restricted. Safe channels only. Pedro used an encrypted dead-drop server in Zurich. The text was hidden inside aviation blueprint metadata.

 

text

FROM: M-400 (Madrid) TO: S-200 (Santiago) DATE: 16-MAY-2026 R. Assembly line is loud. The titanium welding reminds me of the range. Production on the wing assemblies is ahead of schedule. The flat is empty. Lisbon was better. I heard about the Andes contract. Too cold. Too high. Do not let your guard down. Your father always praised your focus. Keep it. P.

 

Use code with caution.

 

Riga read it once. She deleted the file. She did not reply.

 

 

Scene 3: The Father's Rules

 

Her father was military intelligence. Old school. Rigid. He did not raise a daughter; he trained an asset. The rules were absolute. Rule 1: Emotion is a signature. It leaves a thermal trail. Hide it. Rule 2: Never love anyone more than your exit strategy. Rule 3: A error of judgement by a civilian is an accident. A error of judgement by an operative is a funeral. Rule 4: Honor the contract. The government pays for the result, not the effort. Rule 5: If you are compromised domestically, cut the cord immediately. No goodbyes. She broke Rule 5 for Pedro. Her father died right after. The guilt felt like a judgment.

 

 

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Scene 1: The Drone and the Handler

 

The drone dropped lower, searching the granite ledge. Its lens glowed infra-red. Riga unclipped her EMP jammer. Action: Trigger pressed. High-frequency pulse emitted. Result: The drone sputtered, spiraled, and crashed into the shale. A voice crackled in her earpiece. It was Alejandro, her local handler based in Santiago. Alejandro: "Riga. Telemetry showed your heart rate spiked before the kill. You froze for 1.8 seconds." Riga: "Rock dust in my eyes. Issue resolved." Alejandro: "You are lying. The grief is making you slow. If you slip again, I terminate the contract myself." Riga cut the feed. He was right. She was slipping.

 

 

Scene 2: Breaking Rule 2

 

The escape route was compromised. Alejandro had leaked her position to the local militia to clean up the mess. Troops closed in on her cabin. The Situation: Surrounded. Heavy artillery incoming. The Rule: Rule 2: Never love anyone more than your exit strategy. The Violation: Her exit strategy was a solo trek north. But she stopped. She opened her pack and retrieved a satellite phone. She dialed Pedro’s secure line in Madrid. The Call: "Pedro. It's compromised. Don't go back to Lisbon. Stay in Madrid. I love you." Pedro: "Riga? What's happening?" She smashed the phone. She had wasted 30 seconds of her escape window just to protect him. A fatal civilian mistake.

 

 

Scene 3: The Flash

 

The hills of Southern Chile lit up. It was not artillery. It was not the militia. The sky turned blinding, absolute white. A silent, terrifying glare that erased the mountains, the pine trees, and the falling rain. A nuclear detonation. The shockwave had not arrived yet, but the thermal radiation was instantaneous. The skin on Riga's hands began to blister. The granite outcrop before her began to melt into glass. She did not run. There was nowhere to run. She stood upright in the brilliant, burning light. She closed her eyes. She thought of the state-of-the-art firing range in Dhaka. She thought of her three daughters holding their pistols. She thought of her father's face. She remembered Pedro and how he always loved her. The shockwave hit. The sound was deafening, or perhaps it was total silence.

 

Everything dissolved into white.

 

 

Scene 4: Project Conclusion

 

The story ends here on this ambiguous note. We do not know who dropped the bomb, why Chile was targeted, or if Riga somehow survived the blast radius inside a bunker or mountain cleft.

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Scene 1: ​Epilogue: Madrid to Dhaka

 

The news from South America was non-existent. A total communications blackout over the southern grid. The media called it an atmospheric anomaly. Pedro knew better. He knew the blinding light meant the end of the contract.

 

 

Scene 2: The Return

Two months later, Pedro landed at Hazrat Shahjalal International Airport. The Dhaka heat was suffocating. He carried one leather duffel bag. Inside were his old shooting medals and a single .45 caliber casing.

 

He took a taxi directly to Gulshan-1. He knew where they would be.

 

 

Scene 3: The Meeting at the Range

 

The indoor firing range was cool, loud, and smelled of cordite. Three young girls stood at the 25-meter lane. They moved with absolute synchronization. Raise weapon. Firing stance. Aim. Two rounds each, center mass. Pedro stood behind the glass, watching. The middle daughter turned. She noticed his posture before she noticed his face. Tactical awareness. Just like her mother. He walked through the heavy acoustic door. The Middle Daughter: "The range is private today." Pedro: "I know. Your mother told me about this place." The girls lowered their 9mm Berettas. They looked at his eyes. They looked at his hands, checking for threats. The Eldest: "You're Pedro. The fool who can outshoot the instructors." Pedro smiled. The grief in his chest loosened slightly. Riga was gone, dissolved in the white flash of the Chilean hills, but her rules remained. Pedro: "Let me see your stance. Your grip is slightly off. I'll show you how she did it." The three daughters nodded, stepping back to let him into the lane. The cycle continued.

 

 

Scene 4: Project Complete

Riga... Battle commander... Mother and survivor... The story of Riga, Pedro, and the daughters concludes here. For now…

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Mansell poems

‎Mansell

‎A marble in a cup shaken about like hell

‎This way that way up down

‎You get the idea it's this way

‎In the back of the jeep

‎As he drives it all over the road

‎Hold on Nigel Mansell at the wheel

‎How fast can he go?

‎Will we get there alive?

‎Or crash n burn all smoke

‎Nothing left of us going to work

‎With the driver who liked racing

‎Like I did 35 years ago hehe

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‎Mansell 2

‎Look at the gal over there

‎The one eating nuts

‎She can eat my nuts hehe

‎Like the other one does

‎She's quite nice with big thighs

‎She small legs that don't

‎Touch the floor when she sits down

‎Just like the one who doesn't talk

‎All feel the same with the light off

‎Kiss hold love touch gasp feel

‎Let's get it on babe

‎Jeep to work

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‎Mansell 3

‎Give me things to write about

‎Steal my cheap old phone

‎Off me in the jeep

‎I'll pull the pistol from my bag

‎And shoot you in the back

‎As you flee when you see it

‎Hey not my fault you got plugged

‎You started it taking my mobile.

‎I took your cheap life

‎Worth as much as my phone

‎What do you say to that?.

‎Another dead street tough

A Few Short Stories by Nick Armbrister (Author)

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Nick Armbrister celebrating 30 years in writing April 1996 to April 2026. In this Short Story collection, Nick Armbrister has put together several short stories from his various books. The stories range in mood and topic matter. All are for adults. They feature human events, personal interactions, erotic and romantic matters, scenes of war and death, lighter funny and satirical moments, questions about human nature and more. Several stories and forty thousand words. This book is released in Nick's 30th anniversary year of writing. 1996 was the year he started his writing career and when he was published, originally poetry, moving to short stories and later novels. His has been quite a career and very varied. Read this book and enter the world of Nick. This is a small selection of his broad writing. Are you similar to his characters and do you relate to their journeys, both inner and outer? Nick wants to write for another 3 decades. Enjoy. Why not start writing yourself?

Riga Snow Ida

 

 

 

Riga Snow Ida

Riga was over Crete. She flew her flying disc low over the sea. The warm blue water reflected the sky. The same water and sky were reflected on the mirror smooth silver flying machine. Her right hand moved the control column and the large disc banked into a turn then climbed. Out of her viewing window the coast line changed shape and form. Becoming more visible. She increased power and levelled off. There to her right was Mount Ida. Foothills rose up from the coast eventually ascending up almost two miles in height.

 

Look at that! There is still snow on top of it. I must go there. Right now! Riga turned towards the huge peak. Lines of other mountains were nearby. I mustn't fly into them in my excitement!

 

The small gal squinted then put on her glasses. Her brown eyes were mischievous now, full of longing. Riga wanted to be there now. Atop Mount Ida in the snow.

 

"I will fly more to the right, a slight increase in speed and climbing angle. Following the terrain." Below the spaceship, the ground rose. Multiple ridge lines and smaller peaks were here. Riga leaned forward and stared in awe.

 

This is bloody awesome! Look at the size of Mount Ida. Simply huge. How wide is it? The altitude numbers increased into the multiple thousands. Riga was almost to the top. The ocean was a distant hazy blue now. Two shades lighter than the March summer sky. That was cloudless. How can there be snow up here if there are no snow clouds?

 

Riga was by the summit now. She slowed her craft and was level. Her silver disc was stationery. Snow reflected on it. Riga wanted to feel the snow!

 

"Time to land. I will do this manually. Ok, landing gear down, forcefield off, ship is visible. Here we go. Right on the top, at the very summit. Ok, slowly now, just a few feet to go. There we go. Touch down..."

 

​I'm only wearing shorts and an old t shirt. To Hell with it. Where's my trainers? There. Got my small army camera. Time to experience real snow again. It's been so long. Riga opened the lower hull door in the cargo bay. She stared at the white ground. Part was flat and part sloped down to the edge of the summit. A clear blue sky was above. Cold air came into the door opening. Riga left the fields and shields off. It was safe here.

 

In a bound the small gal jumped down. And landed in two feet of snow! She plopped down on her butt. It was cold! Her hands felt the cold white snow and patted it and slapped it. Coldness chilled her legs. With her left fingers she scooped up some snow and tasted it. You guessed it, it was cold! Riga yelped like a school gal. It was kilig time! All full of giggles. She jumped up and ran about in circles, dancing skipping and acting the fool. She screeched and made girly noises.

 

"Snow snow snow! Here I am atop Mount Ida. Brought here by my spaceship. Look look look! It's so coooooold..." Riga rubbed herself and doubled up, rubbing her legs and back and sides. "Cold snow, all belonging to Riga. And Mount Ida. At least just for now. Mount Ida and snow all for Riga. Mine mine mine..."

 

Where is that lazy Pedro? I bet he would like this. Oh yes, he's on guard duty in Antarctica. A pity I never went there and abducted him then brought him here. Like a starstruck lover Riga again danced in the snow. She picked a large handful and made a snowball. This she threw at her flying disc. It thudded off the armoured alloy side. Again, she made a snowball. This time she ate some of it. It was cold and froze her teeth and belly when she swallowed it. Silly Riga! Now cold Riga.

 

More prancing in the snow till her small legs were red with cold. Now shivering, she returned to the ship. Totally exhilarated a little tired and quite cold. She clapped her hands and closed the lower door. Her glasses were all fogged up. She ordered the computer to turn up the heating. Riga stripped off her shorts and t shirt and underwear and ran to the shower. She set the water to hot and jumped in. It stung her skin and she yelped. Her grin said it all. Riga all alone atop Mount Ida absolutely loving it. It rarely was better than this. She had some good video tape on her army camera. Her friends would think she was mad!

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