‎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!

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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...

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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…

revisiting Riga Aerospace by Brian Von Blimp (Author)

 revisiting 

Riga Aerospace

by Brian Von Blimp (Author) 

Join Riga in her new book. Her story continues as a galactic explorer in her flying saucer and also as a pilot. She flies planes and choppers. Feel the thrill of looping the loop and exhilaration of flight. No other joy or activity equals this. This is what Riga thinks. Climb aboard for the journey of a life time. A sharp mind and mood control is needed for planetary travel and navigating difficult flights. She finds herself in other situations too. Compare your life to Riga's. Are you her and is she you?

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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.

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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...

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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!

 

some of my varied books with my name and my pen names

 some of my varied books with my name and my pen names 

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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

 

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Ascend new job soon/matters more than this crap one/you wanna my job?

 

 

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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

 

 

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Crossing

Crossing on green

I walk across

You drive across

Half a metre

Miss me bastard!

You get my finger

Happy Xmas motherfucker!

 

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Move on get on live/stuck past by life, let her go!/what to do in life?

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.

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‎Riga Single Seaters

‎Riga liked to fly single seat flying machines. She had quite a list. All were cool. They included:

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‎A red and yellow single seat aerobatic helicopter

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‎A green coloured rag wing biplane

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‎A sky blue swept wing small jet fighter

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‎A low wing varnished fabric monoplane 

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‎A small flying saucer sports model

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‎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. 

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