concepts about Riga

Concepts 

On the concept of basing a character on a real person. For me this is my character Riga. Riga is based on ****** who is a real person. Real in every single way. As real as Riga is. Yet real is fiction. At least having a flying saucer, magical powers and being to travel in outer space. This is where real life and stories blur. I try to make them real. Did I succeed? You tell me. Are the Riga flying scenes real? Is the description of a fusion reactor real? What of the sex scenes? Would the real Riga be such an intense lover? And what of her critical thinking and bad moods? Where is the cross. Over and where is the line? Reality morphed into fiction. And vice versa. Riga book 7 is on the way. As with all my other fictional characters I did my best. Read my Riga books and head to the stars. After all, we are all star children. 

fish

The fisherman had a wooden boat with a fabric sail. When they dropped the planet killing from from the glider he was at sea. The bomb fell down. It detonated. A shock wave concentrically erupted. It was all powerful. All things ceased to be. The arguing irate wife and meal husband. The busy factory doing triple shifts. The corrupt politician doing graft. A yellow dog eating her food. All this disappeared under the single shockwave. This went around the globe a hundred times. The man in his wooden boat fishing survived. Why was this? Did he have done protection? Now he inhabited a planet devoid of life. Why was he spared? It was tondo with specifics. That of being the right place at the wrong time. Or opposite. He was going after salmon. The were far from shore but in shallow water. He had gotten a few and was after more. Then he would return home. Sell his catch at market. Smoke and eat the rest. Now there was no market to return to. He set off hone with his fish. All to eat alone. He the king of the world. A lone fisherman. Why was he spared?

fish

The fisherman had a wooden boat with a fabric sail. When they dropped the planet killing from from the glider he was at sea. The bomb fell down. It detonated. A shock wave concentrically erupted. It was all powerful. All things ceased to be. The arguing irate wife and meal husband. The busy factory doing triple shifts. The corrupt politician doing graft. A yellow dog eating her food. All this disappeared under the single shockwave. This went around the globe a hundred times. The man in his wooden boat fishing survived. Why was this? Did he have done protection? Now he inhabited a planet devoid of life. Why was he spared? It was tondo with specifics. That of being the right place at the wrong time. Or opposite. He was going after salmon. The were far from shore but in shallow water. He had gotten a few and was after more. Then he would return home. Sell his catch at market. Smoke and eat the rest. Now there was no market to return to. He set off hone with his fish. All to eat alone. He the king of the world. A lone fisherman. Why was he spared?

Riga Book Series Links

 

This book series is about Riga. I know who Riga is and what she stands for. This is about Riga. She represents strength in adversity and courage and love. To February 2026 there are six books.


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Riga chill sub

Riga Chill Sub

Riga was in her plane cockpit. The lid was closed. She was still on the ground. The turboprop engine spun over. It made a whirring noise. Quite pleasant if somewhat odd. Not a bad sound. The Aircon hummed along. This was cool in more than description. It was chilling the small pilot. Her mood was cool. Not fury. She nodded. This was good. One thing I like about the plane is the AC. The makers installed a good system. It cannot be improved. Riga adjusted the vents. They were positioned within reach. Even with a full flight suit she was fine. She finished her pre-flight checks. Flicked through computer screens. Checking the bird’s stats. Its stats were her stats. All was in the green as normal. Riga allowed another minute to cool down and for any errors to show up. There were none. She advanced the single throttle to Full Power. A whine filled the cockpit now. Releasing the brakes, she moved forward. The runway was visible through the canopy and Heads Up Display. She taxied onto the centre and got radio clearance off the tower. Grinning she tightened her face mask. Away they went. Acceleration pushed her into the seat as six thousand horses did their joyous work. Soon Riga was flying. She brought up the gear and kept the flaps down for best climb speed. Up aloft. Nothing serious now. A training test mission. A few loops and rolls and going up to maximum height. Riga closed her visor and monitored the screens and gauges. A clear flying day. The AC did its job. As did Riga. Noting off test points on the chart strapped to her knee with a pencil. Easy peasy lemon squeezy! Riga the test pilot loving the Aircon. Her six-ton plane was part of her. She rolled upside down. Her hair fell loose. Her heart jumped with joy. I am a bird. Bird Riga...

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Riga Limit

Riga Limit

Riga flew her spaceship over the blue alien planet. Light years from Earth. She was maxed out. No sleep for twenty-four hours. Her chest felt tight her breathing laboured. Fuck! My angina high blood and heart disease. I faint light headed. Oh no! not a stoke. Her vision blurred slightly. Her mind was mush. Cognitively she could handle no more. Her mind was processing information wrongly. Fuck! I'm losing my damn edge. My health conditions. I thought they were fixed. Shit. Gotta bring up the flight computer before I crash. Computer come online. Take over. I am... Struggling...

 

Pink lights danced on the air before Riga. The computer online. She nodded. The computer read her thoughts. It began a landing approach. Made the force field stronger. Lowered the landing skids. Narrowed the viewing window view. Fine tined the anti-gravity system for the local gravity. Enabling the invisibility cloak.

 

Riga lay back and shut her eyes. She was thinking of her father. Always of him. Where was he now? Could she fly to him in such a ship? Could she do a magic spell? Juniper's Daughter had taught Riga well. But what Riga asked was impossible. To see her father again. Except in a dream. A dream…

 

Riga's ship landed safely. Riga was elsewhere. Physically on the flight deck sprawled on the large red leather pilot’s seat. She was in another place. There was no more fatigue or mental overload. She was calm relaxed. Not irate with Pedro or stressed with work or full of sadness. She was... Fine.

 

My dear Riga. Please do not worry. Try to relax. You are with me now. In this place there is no time. You can go forward or back. Simply join me here when you want. We are together then. Please stop worrying and grieving. Please my daughter! I beg you. The truth is I never left you. I simply changed form. Like water changes form from a liquid to a gas to solid. Please understand that. I am always by your side. I never left Riga. And please forgive Pedro. Do not be mad at him. He's a good guy. Even if you are no longer together. Please be his friend. You hurt him deeply. Make peace with yourself and with him. Promise me on this Riga...

 

Yes father. I promise you. I missed you so much...

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Dream Mind: A Series of Dream Images in Words by Nick Armbrister

 https://books2read.com/u/mZ1E2p

 

 A book about the dreams of a man called Veno. Venture through his dreams, enter his mind and see dozens of different worlds, situations and images. From forbidden sex, to the supernatural, to fantastic flying experiences and much more. This a different book for all you dreamers.

 

 

Riga Snarl

 

Riga Snarl

Riga picked up the pistol. I will show you! Good it's loaded three shots in it. Where is that cocksucker? Pedro took my pet dog. Bastard! Bastard from Portugal. You learn the hard way my ex. You will die for stealing Riga's green coloured pet dog. My dog Hongdu is the only green dog ever. He isn't a brush painted green one. A fake. Hongdu is real. I got him from Juniper's Daughter after we went to an alien world. Hongdu isn't an Earthling dog. He's from Planet Ming Ming. The same name as the pussy cat. You better bring him back to me or else. I've three slugs in this pistol. It just takes one to off you. Pedro the bastard from Portugal! Oh, how you make my blood boil bright red! Wait Pedro. I will get Hongdu back. I will take my time and use my ship. I will stalk you and abduct you. Tie you up. Shoot you three times in the face. I know my green dog Hongdu will be with you. No need to ask you. Though I'll ask you why you stole him. I will pre- flight my flying saucer. Soon Hongdu will be here. Get ready Pedro. You will meet your maker. Any love we had is gone. I only feel anger for you. This transcript is over. And you will soon be Pedro...

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Riga Chilled time

Riga Chilled Time

Riga was chilling out between flights. She was in the ready room with the other pilots. One pilot, a small man named Brown, cooked some rice. It was two days old. He fried it with egg and honey. It looked disgusting yet smelled delightful. The taste was even better. Riga took a plate. 

"This is lovely Brown. How the hell did you decide to put honey with it? Never seen that before." Riga munched away using a big spoon. Two big sausages joined the meal. All were soon eaten. 

"Another plate Riga? Nice isn't it? I was experimenting and even tried strawberry jam. It was too sweet. Honey was just right. The egg balances it out." Brown scooped more rice onto her plate. 

"Cheers mate. The rice is indeed yummy. It's my fuel like high octane is for our planes. Thanks. Two plates will be enough hehe." The small gal pilot would get bigger if she ate any more! Then she would need a bigger flight suit. 

"Have as much as you want Riga. It's an honour to cook for the squadrons' pilots.have a good flight." Brown went on serving the other pilots and ground crew. He had three big pans of fried rice. All would be eaten.

"Appreciate the sentiments. Later." Riga finished her meal and coffee. She had a patrol by the river later. Enemy planes had been probing the defenses. She would provide the defense and probe them with her own guns. Riga the ace pilot. Today fuelled by honey egg fried rice and sausages!

I Am Riga!

 

I Am Riga!

My name is Riga!

I am small in height

I excel in critical thinking

I am very bad tempered

I am warm and caring

I am a real person

I love my family

I have little feet

I am cute like a guinea pig

I work as a Team Leader

I am a soldier

I fought in several battles

I am a spy and operative

I am a criminal mastermind

I am a spaceship pilot

I own a flying saucer

I visited other planets

I am a fighter pilot

I fly a Messerschmitt 309 plane

I have a witch friend Juniper's Daughter

I dated Pedro for over two years

I do not think of Pedro now

I ghosted Pedro after my father died

I am different now after losing father

I like alternative music

I like tattoos

I like hiking mountains

I could go on but will not

I am Riga!

 

new poems

 

Whet

Fly to where

On this world

Or an alien one

To do that

You need to fly to it

A trip away

In a vehicle

All about aerospace

Build such a craft

I’ll go along

Far from Earth

We the explorers

Discovering what?

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Really Excel

Try to make it in whatever thing you do

Write a bestselling book sell a million

Take award winning photos get the shot of the century

Set up your own business hope it works out

All this and more the will and way to succeed

What steps have you taken to make this work?

Let’s compare notes my writing business and yours

Are you able to learn from me I and me from you?

None of this is easy and success isn’t guaranteed

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Nominate

What will you do if it goes bad

With this new one

So much potential

A lot to go wrong

Just like the last one

Or the third after this

When will one remain?

No more chasing

Or being available

Simply pick one

Keep hold of her

I nominate this one

She’s as good as any

Top of the list

No other gal needed

Let the world keep turning

Let the gal and I

Remain static in place

Enough is a pause

We are for good

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Best Book

What book to put this poem in?

Under my real name or a pen name

For too much can or cannot be said

Maybe I will use your name

For my book how about that?

I become you the normal person

Not different or alternative or odd

Will you cope being me?

And what of me being you

Or even your sister or cousin

Watch this space see my book

Stand in line buy the first copy

The best book ever!

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See the big gal there/getting off the bus, wallop!/suspension up down!

Riga Falling From A Great Height by Brian Von Blimp (Author)

 https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GL4H54KC

https://books2read.com/u/boREY1 

 

 

Riga Falling From A Great Height

by Brian Von Blimp (Author)  

 

Join Riga in the new book about her. Short stories featuring the small quick minded hot tempered female in many different situs. She spends time with her lover Pedro drinking coffee in the park; she is with her husband and family by blue water on a day away from the city; she finds herself doing different things from making love to reminiscing jungle battles in South America. Riga has unique talents. Yet she is no different from you or I. Join Riga on her latest times in life.