Riga Nined

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Riga Nined

Riga. Tell me little Riga. Why is there always a transport? A ship taking you somewhere. Often to a place of danger and strife? Is it because you are Holy Riga? You work for God or the Great Creator or Mother Goddess or whatever you call it? Riga. Get in the fucking transport. Listen to those engines spooling over. They're a cool sound. You have to admit. That spinning whistling turbine spooling over. Whoever invented jets deserves a beer. Riga. Do you miss me? Think of me? Even if you left me and met another? You left me and met Pedro. Now he's your number two in battle and number one in bed. He even got you pregnant! Why did you only have gals Riga? We had three and you and Pedro had one. Why are you a soldier and leader? Is it because you never had a boy? You wanted to go to war and battle and combat and fight and make history? Be one of the guys with your uniform and rifle and grenades and boots. Even if your feet are small and your moods are tall. And your critical thinking equals any general. Little Riga. Loved by all. Even the enemies. Where you are going the enemies are what? Green coloured. Covered in chitin. Have six legs. And two heads. And move either forwards or backwards. And take a direct hit to kill. Depleted uranium rounds. Pedro will protect you. I know he loves you more than I ever could. You had this effect on him. Like you did me but different. Why is that? What do you do to people? I saw you eating together when both on leave. I was in the cafe. You both have a chemistry. I never approached you then. Even if I'm still your legal husband. I talked to you weeks later when I saw our daughters. I knew then what you never needed to tell me. That you and him really clicked. Just take care and do not get killed on that far off stinking bug filled world. Nuke it from orbit. You can fly the ship. Why inhabit an unstable world? All this talk of terraforming, making it a new Earth, building cities and all that. Why send in the soldiers of this place is so nice? It's full of bugs and you're going on a bug hunt. Take care my dear. And Pedro too. He seems a good guy. Message me and all that. I know 

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Riga Nined

Riga. Tell me little Riga. Why is there always a transport? A ship taking you somewhere. Often to a place of danger and strife? Is it because you are Holy Riga? You work for God or the Great Creator or Mother Goddess or whatever you call it? Riga. Get in the fucking transport. Listen to those engines spooling over. They're a cool sound. You have to admit. That spinning whistling turbine spooling over. Whoever invented jets deserves a beer. Riga. Do you miss me? Think of me? Even if you left me and met another? You left me and met Pedro. Now he's your number two in battle and number one in bed. He even got you pregnant! Why did you only have gals Riga? We had three and you and Pedro had one. Why are you a soldier and leader? Is it because you never had a boy? You wanted to go to war and battle and combat and fight and make history? Be one of the guys with your uniform and rifle and grenades and boots. Even if your feet are small and your moods are tall. And your critical thinking equals any general. Little Riga. Loved by all. Even the enemies. Where you are going the enemies are what? Green coloured. Covered in chitin. Have six legs. And two heads. And move either forwards or backwards. And take a direct hit to kill. Depleted uranium rounds. Pedro will protect you. I know he loves you more than I ever could. You had this effect on him. Like you did me but different. Why is that? What do you do to people? I saw you eating together when both on leave. I was in the cafe. You both have a chemistry. I never approached you then. Even if I'm still your legal husband. I talked to you weeks later when I saw our daughters. I knew then what you never needed to tell me. That you and him really clicked. Just take care and do not get killed on that far off stinking bug filled world. Nuke it from orbit. You can fly the ship. Why inhabit an unstable world? All this talk of terraforming, making it a new Earth, building cities and all that. Why send in the soldiers of this place is so nice? It's full of bugs and you're going on a bug hunt. Take care my dear. And Pedro too. He seems a good guy. Message me and all that. I know comms there are bad. The distance. Like the distance between you and me. Once we never had that. You almost had that same distance with Pedro. I sensed it. Don't hurt him again. The pair of you take care. We here on Earth need you to win this war. Safe trip now. Love.

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 there are bad. The distance. Like the distance between you and me. Once we never had that. You almost had that same distance with Pedro. I sensed it. Don't hurt him again. The pair of you take care. We here on Earth need you to win this war. Safe trip now. Love.

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A Few Short Stories Kindle Edition by Nick Armbrister (Author)

 https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GL2SFC3G

  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?

 

 

Mercury’s Goodness

Amy was a girl from Planet Mercury. Her hair was green and her skin was lilac. Her eyes were white and her smile was lush. She looks like that sexy Venezuelan Aljazeera news reporter Sandra but is coloured differently and from a different planet. I wonder if both gals would be friends if they met in a bar or on a remote mountain. Amy has several friends dotted about the universe. She met them all randomly while travelling.

Some are humanoid others insect like some alien and one is even invisible. Amy is open to new things and understands life is all different. This is why she was created by the galactic creator to heal the universe and cease the wars and planet collapses. She’s very busy and enjoys her down time. She restored an old H Model spaceship she found abandoned on an asteroid. It took 327 years to rebuild it but this she did. Amy flies it when in the mood. She also paints pictures using moon dust. Amy is quite a gal and you’d like her. Most earthling guys would want her and some gals too. She knows what to do in bed with them and also with aliens. Her skills are galactic and what she doesn’t know she’ll learn. Her age is questionable but being of different biological make up it’s not the same like ours. Amy admits to simply being herself though she would be classed as Mercurian. She holidays on Earth and on a planet named Dash 97 which is fifteen point two light years from our galaxy. Amy is now drinking tea with me and we talk about life in general…

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Fixed Wheels

The car had fixed wheels which didn’t turn. To turn the car a series of hydraulic jumping equipment physically lifted up the car in short almost violent actions. The car was quite famous and had been featured in music videos with Aerosmith and Eminen. In the town where the car was from it was a regular scene and there were various wannabe homeboys and their biatches posturing and posing. One or two had rival cars but none were equal to the matt lilac one which was a legend. It was made from a lesser known marque not a GMC or Chevy or Ford. Or even a Buick or Pontiac. America made great cars and it was an American vehicle and it was all that mattered. People stopped to look or point. Most had photos or videos for their blog or sites or posterity. This was an icon a machine that belonged to another age that of the past but it was still relevant now and would so. It had a mix of old skool and state of the art equipment from clock like dials to a digital music/game/TV player. The owner was quietly happy that he was the custodian of such a special vehicle. One with a fixed steering wheel and hand held controls to kick in the hydraulics to turn it. They worked very well even at top speed and were very different than the normal steering wheel way. It was the coolest car in town. A lilac one off by a small defunct company. Everybody wanted this but a photo was enough to prove they’d seen that car.

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Alive Jeep

The man sat in front of the jeep which drove about with no driver. He was in the passenger seat of the driverless vehicle. It had a mind of its own and went here and there picking up passengers. It was like a robot computer car with no driver and top level capabilities. The passenger just sat there checking his emails and writing a story on his phone. All the while the driverless jeep plied its trade on the usual route 24/7. It was unusual but when you spent a day sat in the front seat it was fine. It was boring once the novelty wore off. Even seeing the controls use themselves the steering wheel gears and foot pedals like a ghost was there. There was no supernatural entity just a jeep with a mind of its own doing a job moving passengers. See the lights at night pulse flash and throb. Listen to the loud high watt music boom your body. Marvel at the unsilenced exhaust as the jeep with no driver goes top speed on the open road. Few things are as cool as this vehicle or taking a trip. It’s perfectly safe and a life changing event. Why? The jeep has no driver! A back full of passengers and you sat in front by the empty seat!

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new poems

 

Events One

Same crap different day you know the feeling

Go thru the motions mental self-cruelty

Why do we do this to ourselves?

Answers not given plain site

I’m here again oh no!

At your fortress

Knock knock

Events

Yes

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Outa Here

Throw out the blues

When you feel that colour

Get hold of a gal and go dancing

Go climbing with the five

Who wear shorts and vests

Make love on the peak

Cum together no blues then

Banish the blues away

To those boring city folk

Who live by a set routine

Work at 9 screw at 2

Have a shit at 4 coffee at 6

I can’t live my life like that

Stuck in a box of blues songs

Drive me bloody mad!

Give me damn freedom

Just for a day

Not your kind of life

You the blues man

Enjoy what you got

I’m outa here!

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Via Cubao

I got the jeep to Cubao

It was full as fuck

All jammed in sardine style

The hawker hanging on the back

Cubao! The pax knew where to go

Like the bus conductor

Get our bus it has a sign on front

They all say here there the Moon Mars

Board our vehicle to take you home

Elsewhere the bar where you wanna go?

Shangri La where the dancing gals are

Via plane submarine boat car chopper

Jeep to Cubao nothing is like it

See lady boys gays hot gals

All mincing it do this and that

I’m going to my call centre job

Just another Manila wage slave

Look at the gal in the shorts hehe

Don’t forget to get their numbers

Cubao via bayen via Quiapo

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Devil’s Vehicle

Going to reload my phone

Hear the high-performance engine roar

Racing bike goes past

That sounds go get some!

And a second racing bike goes past

Give it Devil’s fingers and he sees me

And replies the same

And opens her up full throttle

Off he goes what a sound

The best sound on the road

High performance piston engine

On a bike just like a plane

As cool as it gets...

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Mad Subs

You never saw three bears like those there

All dirty white in colour with red button noses

And even redder pissed off menacing eyes

See what each angry bear carried in his hands

Small matt black machine pistols locked and loaded

Evil looking death dispensing command presence items

Three not so little bears of all sexes

One is a guy one is a gal one is a lady boy

Visiting a bank near you to make a withdrawal

Leave the vault empty the front tills hurry up!

Do not call the cops or we will gun you down

Like we did in the last bank over there

We had two months in Bora Bora from that

Your cash will pay for a trip to Bali

Miami is so 1980s and we are the three bears

Amy the gal Roy the guy and Quentin the lady boy

Don’t fucking piss us off or we will subgun you!

We are all focused mentally unbalanced criminal bears

Photo by Dan Cook on Unsplash

Riga closing

Riga Closing 

Riga closed varied things. From business deals to things with an ex. Business deals were a few as we're exes. Closure was needed to move on. One door closed another opened so the cliche went. It was always this way. Dress it up as you want. This was the way it was. A power structure of all. Do things the right way. How it was to be done. Meet four hot guys on the peak. Riga can do all things with them up there. And in a certain reality she does. But not this time. She declined and went up to the top alone. Not with them. She closed her own deal. Reaching the peak top. A deal closed to herself in her head. It was good to do her own thing when she wanted to. A nice what if with the guys. She would meet them again. Get their details then. Make love to them all. Not today though. There was no rush. Not on this. Riga climbed under the high hot burning sun. You are ill. Can die. A stroke! No. I will be fine. If I feel ill I'll go back down. No way. I'm up there or dead. No closed deal in my head. Even if my ticker stops dead! Riga closing deals. Back in work Riga closed deals. Got sales got money got incentive. Deal maker. One of the things Riga did. Riga the subject of these stories. Where was her ship and thet wayward Pedro? She wanted to tickle his balls. Would he agree? He had no choice. Another deal closed...

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A Few Short Stories Paperback - April 2, 2026 by Nick Armbrister 30 years of writing

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GVV4NFLG 

  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 end it

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Riga End It

Riga wanted a world free of war. War was an abomination made by man. Mostly the white Anglo Saxons but also the Jews and Muslims. Even the blacks and Asians had gotten good at it. It was a world where weapon production had never been so high. All of these weapons were not for deterrence but to end life. As a mother of three Riga hated it. When Riga hated war it depended in what reality she was in. How she could address this issue. When she had a flying saucer she could laser to death the leaders and weapon designers and production facilities. She could hit the airbases and missile silos. If she had no ship she used her people skills. Grass roots action with critical thinking and a plan. Only by working together with like-minded capable individuals was it possible to change things and make the world better one baby guinea pig at a time. Riga also worked with the witch Juniper's Daughter to fix things. She had bigger battles with Satan. Riga's role was different but as important. As important in different realities but a different role. Different was good. There was also an opposite Riga. The Riga who was the spy soldier operative pilot doing a job. The actual work of war in the reality when that was meant to happen. How could Riga be anti war in one reality and pro war in another? It was simply meant to be in that reality. It could not be anything else. It was all meant to happen. Infinite realities infinite situs infinite Riga's. In the reality where Riga was anti war and an activist she put all her energy and effort to fix things. And fix things she did. In one reality it was Riga and her actions that  brought lasting peace to Planet Earth. Only one time but it showed it was possible. If it could happen once it would happen again. It all started with an idea and a plan then action. I do not agree with war and killing. It must stop. That's how it started. The small critical thinking gal focused to change the world. She showed it was possible. Say No to war...

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A Few Short Stories Kindle Edition by Nick Armbrister (Author)

 

my super cool new book out now with some adult short stories from my writing career, a writing career of 30 tears now april 1996 - april 2026!

 

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? 

 

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GL2SFC3G

 

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Nick Armbrister celebrating 30 years in writing April 1996 to April 2026. g April 1996 to April 2026.

Riga Events Propagate by Brian Von Blimp

  Join Riga as she flies her flying saucer to different planets. She also flies her plane and grieves after her lover crashes. Riga also works in varied jobs, as diverse as a call centre and also making fighter jets. Work is work, life is life, love is love, Riga is Riga. Small but terrible and very funny. Do not annoy her! Win her over and she will adore you. Take a look at Riga and her escapades in different realities. Have a think and compare your own life. How different is it? Are you happy in just one reality? Go and change it. Learn from Riga.

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Riga always

Riga Always

This Riga knew it would always be this way. There was always a transporter taking her somewhere. The vehicle to be boarded. Often in a hurry. Make sure not to forget anything. Not herself, her weapons, her colleagues, her Pedro when in company of, her mission aim. Never forget what reality you were in. The military transporter. Even if used by civilians or religious zealots. It was always a military transporter. This one was painted a dirty green. It looked squat and armoured. Business like. Like Riga. Small and dangerous.

Why was it always this way, Riga? You bawled Pedro out for touching your arm. Now he sits silently next to you. Hurt and sulking like a child. Fix this mess damn Riga! Is he mission ready? No. As you upset him. Again! Riga shook her head and looked up at her colleague and sometimes lover. She tapped his arm. He looked away. What a damn bloody bitch I am! The transport left the atmosphere and climbed up steeply. The G-force was not too bad. It passed as they climbed into space.

“I am sorry for being a total bitch with you Pedro. Again. I am sorry. Please don’t be upset or hurt or mad. It’s just that I’ve been stressed and have a lot on my mind. Being in charge is hard… I’m sorry for hurting you and being the bitch that I am… Pedro… Look at me, please Pedro…”

It took slow seconds for the big gunner to acknowledge his small protagonist. He looked down at her and adjusted his battle helmet strap. “It’s always this way, Riga. I say or do something and it triggers you again. You say things, words, that pierce right inside me. Or you do things to hurt me. Or are silent or give me the silent treatment. I am sorry for triggering you Riga. I know you have a lot on your mind. We all do. I just don’t know why you have to take it out on me…”

“Thank you for your reply Pedro. I didn't know I’d hurt you so badly. I am sorry. I will not do it again. This is a hard war. The hardest yet. The generals are asking us to do the impossible. I have to show them the results. The pressure, it gets to me. I’m sorry for snapping and saying words to you Pedro. Command is a lonely hard difficult job. You can find that out if you ever are in a support position. Please accept my apology and know I am truly sorry…” 

“I accept your apology Riga. I will try not to trigger you again and I will think before I speak. Though you know me, I am direct. I know the pressure you are under. As we all are. Your stress is different from mine. As you are our boss. I will try to help you more in any way I can Riga. Anything to make things easier for you.” The tanned gunner rubbed his left eye and blinked.

“Thank you for your kind words Pedro. It’s all fine. There is one thing you can do to help me. I was thinking.” Riga paused and thought of the words. “You can be jointly in charge, Pedro. It’s about time you got a high seat position. I need help and support at times. You know, I miss being a grunt. I miss being a battle soldier and taking orders. Can you believe that shit? I miss it. So I’m giving you an upgrade, a promotion. Consider yourself a Captain now. You’re an officer baby! The same as me.” 

Riga removed her helmet and untied her hair. She ran her fingers through it and sighed. It had been a long war. A long time in command. Why was it always this way? It simply was. And Pedro and her always interacted this way.

“I thank you for your kind words Riga. I know you are tired, stressed and being a normal soldier. The truth is you are still a normal soldier. Even if you command us and send us into battle. You’re not a distant general behind the lines sending us to battle. You are there with us. And for your promotion of me, I accept. I would’ve done it months ago. All you needed to do was tell me or ask. I’d say yes immediately. I always have your back, you know that. Thanks for the promotion Riga dear. I accept…” Pedro took his comrade’s hand and held it. When their gaze met and remained. Now it was like the old days. The love, respect, trust and sincerity that bound them together was there. It would never leave them. 

It was a long flight. They leant against one another  held hands. The stardrive engines thrummed over and the hull gently vibrated. Soon both were in a deep sleep. They would need it where they were going. The risks would be many. Would both safely return after being asked to do the impossible? That is performing extreme violence while being extremely smart and supremely resourceful. Humanity and the world depended on their actions on a far off very alien world… 

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Riga Timed

 

 

 

 

Riga Timed

Riga was inside a grey pipe. The pipe was above a road and footpath in Madrid. She climbed inside the pipe via a service hatch at midnight. There was nobody about midweek. She dressed in black. Ankle boots, combat trouser, jumper, jacket and wool hat. Plus gloves. The hatch was hard to open but she used WD40 and spanners. It was heavy and cumbersome so she took her time. It opened upwards. She lifted it up and slithered inside. Upon lowering it she left the fasteners unconnected. An observer wouldn't suspect then. The pipe was five feet in diameter. The height of Riga! She ducked a little bit as the upper surface was greasy. The pipe was used for oil. At the moment it was empty except for a small amount in the bottom. Riga walked thirty yards to where the pipe was above the footpath. It crossed the road. From inside her shoulder bag she took a time bomb. This was wrapped in water proof tape. A small green digital dial faintly illuminated. Riga carefully programmed the bomb and saved it. This was set to detonate in the future. Not just at any time. She knew when a certain individual would be passing. The bomb would explode wrecking part of the pipe and the passing person. Even if oil started to flow the bomb would work. Riga placed the bomb on the side of the pipe. It was held onto the metal side by strong magnets. The battery life was months. Four kilos of plastic explosive would do the job. The target would die. The target had done several bad deeds that were hindering the world. For this he was a target. His dastardly deeds would cease. The world would be partly safer. Little Riga doing another operative job. She left after planting the bomb. She had never been here...

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