revisiting
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GRXFD1D7?lv=shuf&channelId=500&plpRedirect=mhFallback
Sunday, 27 September 2026
Wednesday, 23 September 2026
sarah new stories war nukes and more
Sarah Pointed
Sarah once
had an Air Force lover. They met in a Manchester bar between one of the many
wars. He was off duty. She was too though she was armed. Drunk dangerous and
armed. This was how it was. Young soldiers were expected to know all things.
That included being responsible. Sarah was that. She met Rudy in the Northern
Quarter. Sarah took him to a small room she rented. It was a long walk to
Oldham. John and Lee were doing a deal. The gal was having some fun. She had
her needs. Her friends were out of bounds. A nice thirty something pilot
wasn't. He was a decade older than the soldier. Her weapon was an old ex-army
SA80. His was a slightly outdated Typhoon jet fighter. He told Sarah all about
the coming war with France. Told her to stay away from the cities and towns. Go
to the hills he urged. Our leaders are scared. So are the French. The UK civil
war was bad. This will be worse. There's no way to stop it. The Frogs refuse to
talk about the fishing dispute. All we do is threaten. It won't end well.
Enough of that the gal said. Buy me a drink. Buy me six drinks. Make love not
war baby. Take me flying in your jet. Just you and me. Show me how you kiss the
clouds. Loop the loop with me baby. This they did in a small room in central
Manchester in-between the many wars. Would they remember this time? The brown-haired
gal and the blond-haired flier. Twin flames ignited by a love of country and
desire for the other.
Time passed
and the bombs fell. He was later killed in the UK/French nuclear war. His
Typhoon strike fighter disappeared over Paris. Almost a hundred million people
died in that week-long war that needed up nuclear. Sarah missed Rudy on
occasion. They were both soldiers. The only difference was she was still alive.
***
Sarah Escals
Sarah
remembered after the nuclear exchange. That was the understatement of forever.
Hundreds of warheads launched. Dozens of millions killed. Many towns and cities
destroyed. Untold millions more injured or with radiation sickness. The biggest
human tragedy ever. That anybody survived was a miracle. Most people were suffering.
Fallout depended where you were located. The way the wind blows. You had to be
there and survive to know what it was like. The UK landmass with three
independent nations was decimated. It was a mini apocalypse. Imagine it was the
full global nuclear arsenal. Sarah missed her dead family members and friends.
She daydreamed of a happy life. Married with kids. It was a fairy tale.
Survival mattered. Sarah's soldiering skills and access to weapons did. As did
the support of John and Lee. Only by steel determination would they live. A gun
was always close. You have to endure into know. This event changed all things.
A final war. Yet conflict would continue. This time the enemy would be
absolutely top dog. More than all the others combined. Satan. He would try to
win this battle. A final fight. Was Sarah or her other fighters aware? Luckily
help would arrive. A witch with powers off the chart. A new friend indeed for
Sarah and the rest...
***
Saturday, 19 September 2026
Riga Spin Spin
Riga Spin
Spin
Riga
pushed the throttle
Forward
back forwards back
Feet on
the brakes
Nosing
forwards on the runway
Prop a
whirling whirring sliver blur
Powerful
inline piston engine
An
absolute fucking roar of what?
This
Messerschmitt fighter so alive
Painted
three shades of pretty blue
Gal in
the cockpit a small thing
Not
insubstantial just sat there
This
amazing machine was living
Living on
the runways waiting
To ascend
into its lair the sky
There
life real life took over
Into the
sky always forever eternity
Come on
little Riga fly!
Your
Messerschmitt needs air
To live
be alive oh so living up there!
Friday, 18 September 2026
some of my varied books with my name and my pen names
some of my varied books with my name and my pen names
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08FP25JGF
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09QHJ7NDW
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0932Q3L7D
https://books2read.com/u/bpLqol
https://books2read.com/u/49BLRM
https://books2read.com/u/bO8nNJ
more poems hehe
Love It
So you will resign and leave the company
You sent.me a msg saying this
I replied I may leave the same day
If the job I went for is fine
Many issues remain
Those don't matter here
What matters is that we
Could've been pilots
It never happened with you
Or any other two or three
I'm very patient and will wait
See you in future planes
All the time on the world
Ascend new job soon/matters more than this crap
one/you wanna my job?
Stood
Listen to the clack of the train
On the metal tracks
Lulls you to sleep
Distracts you cleaning your rifle
That will wait it's a long trip
From the rear to the front lines
Wonder if they'll bomb the train?
We do it to them reciprocate it?
I forgot who started this war
I do my bit not to end it
For I like doing what I do
Being a soldier has rewards
You would never understand
Crossing
Crossing on green
I walk across
You drive across
Half a metre
Miss me bastard!
You get my finger
Happy Xmas motherfucker!
Move on get on live/stuck past by life, let her
go!/what to do in life?
Wednesday, 16 September 2026
riga flying
Riga Flighting
There is something brilliant about writing about Riga's character and aerospace themes. Riga fits flying like a plane does the sky. Purely there. Not imagination or illusion. Real and existing. To fly not only takes a dreamer. It takes an organized mind. Not just marvelling at the sky but to work out fuel fractions, alternate routes, airmanship. Critical thinking and being proactive allowed for this. As did being a competent leader. These stories are among my best. I myself lack her detailed forward thinking. How would my plane fly compared to hers? Would I impact the mountain and she land safely? We are best flying together. Riga as my guide. If it's a single seater it'll get cosy. Her skills will get us there in one piece. What if there's an emergency? No worries. Riga is my pilot. She has plans aplenty. The wing falls off. Riga will get us down safely. How is that? Is she a witch too hehe? Riga the pilot.
***
Riga Single Seaters
Riga liked to fly single seat flying machines. She had quite a list. All were cool. They included:
A red and yellow single seat aerobatic helicopter
A green coloured rag wing biplane
A sky blue swept wing small jet fighter
A low wing varnished fabric monoplane
A small flying saucer sports model
Riga flew all of these low over the river plain. By the mountains she pulled up or flew down the winding valley. It was such fun! And safe. For Riga was flying.
***
Saturday, 12 September 2026
the riga project
the riga project tracks is nick armbrister(bvb brian von blimp)/anjelo guitarist
nick writes the short stories/poems and anjelo does the guitar tracks. nick combines the two.
the words to ai audio and adds the music then uploads the video with an ai image to rumble and substack. his riga project is under review due to erotic content lol.
there are 10 completed riga series books on amazon and other sites.
riga project t shirts are also an option.
links
a riga book
Riga Events Propagate
Join Riga as she flies her flying saucer to different planets. She also flies her plane and grieves after her lover…www.amazon.com
Join Riga as she flies her flying saucer to different planets. She also flies her plane and grieves after her lover…www.amazon.com
a track
https://rigaproject.substack.com/p/riga-301-1-with-music-and-pic
riga project urls
https://www.youtube.com/@rigaprojectbvb66613
https://rumble.com/user/Riga_Project
https://bsky.app/profile/riga-project-bvb.bsky.social
https://substack.com/@rigaproject
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