Blue Boxes – Stories About Sarah Nick Armbrister cover reveal!
Friday, 2 October 2026
Wednesday, 30 September 2026
3 Strong Chix - Riga, Juniper's Daughter and Sarah
Juniper's Daughter Shifting
The witch
knew things were shifting all the time. It was the nature of all things. Even
an asteroid in space was shifting on a trajectory. Time was linear. It only
went forward. Unless you had advanced alien god type technology. Or you were a
witch with a flying disc. Juniper's Daughter had such a disc. She travelled
backwards or forward. Several times going back in time. Then she stopped wicked
acts or saved those who needed saving. Her spell craft could reach into the
future. The intent mattered. A spell could be time dated. Working only when
programmed to do so. This was the joy of spell craft. Alien astrophysics was
related. All were advanced sciences. Normal science hadn't yet discovered the
workings of witchcraft. Alien technology was only on the hands of a chosen few.
Juniper's Daughter was one of the few with her own ship. This was from inside
an Egyptian pyramid long ago. Now it belonged to her. The witch here on Earth
battling Satan and his dark deeds. For now. What would the future bring? Her
victory of course!
***
Sarah Devs
Sarah met
Satan many times on the battlefield. He was responsible for war and death. This
was to fill Hell with souls. Battle led to many deaths and the Devil profited.
Sarah saw the acts herself. Enemy fighters who enjoyed killing. She saw a
Scottish fighter who had killed four hiding civilians in a border town. This
was after they were murdered. After being tortured. Death was a welcome
release. She filed their injuries away in her head. Sarah didn't catch the
torturer. He was killed indirectly in an artillery barrage. Distant death
falling swiftly. Sarah wondered how the dead torturer was doing in Hell with
his boss? Her was acts were as bad. They were different. It was the reason and
intent. She did it for her country England not Satan or enjoying it. If she
didn't fight the enemy would invade and take over. That was simple. Acts of war
stopped further war. Nipped it in the bud. The aura death was noticeable. She
could tell the difference between the tortured and a sniper kill. There was a
dark negative energy that lingered. Did that contribute to ghosts? Maybe. Later
in her short life Sarah would fight the Devil in an even bigger battle. Then
she wouldn't be alone...
***
Riga
Feels
Riga was
beyond mad
My
daughter was under it
The Red
Chinese bomb
I will
drop six on you!
To get
even my daughter
No longer
here
Do you
know how I feel?
Do you
know what I will do?
Not just
drop nuclear bombs on you
I will get
even
Riga sees
Riga do
You will
soon see
For my
dead daughter!
Under a
Red China bomb
Soon now…
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?
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