Discarded Paper by Brian Von Blimp (Author)

 https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GYG2R641

https://books2read.com/u/b667xZ

This is the new book of alternative poetry by Brian Von Blimp. It features poetry on life events and human interactions, on current affairs and history, on love and romance. The work is not as dark as some of his previous volumes. Yet there is just enough to say in this 2026 release. Several short fiction stories are included. Alternative writing for contemporary people. What are you waiting for?

Riga pieces

Riga Pieces

Riga knew Pedro had a few pieces missing. Not in a bad way but good. He saw the world very simply. His way. He understood many things but lacked deep cognitive ability. This led to a degradation in critical thinking skills compared to her. She outclassed him twice. It was the way his brain was wired. For a long time he felt bad about it. Then they met. Riga told him why feel bad about it? Simply accept it as a fact and live with it. Like Riga would never be great at basket ball. She accepted it and moved on. Though she can play volleyball. It similar but different. Pedro managed well enough. He was able to figure things out. Like how to travel to a far away place or assemble a battle rifle. His song writing was simple. He either came up with a melody or wrote the words. Adding words or music to finish it. Riga could've stayed with Pedro for good. She wondered why he had dated her while married? It was his diminished cognitive ability that allowed him to do this. He didn't see it as right or wrong yet knew what he was doing. If he wanted to do something he did it. Including seeing Riga and later on Emma. It's what made him a brilliant soldier. He viewed things simply. It was the best way for him. Riga was the very opposite. She analysed from many angles. Validated what she knew and found out other facts. Only then we're decisions made. Having similar mind sets and world views allowed them to click as a couple big time. It was the same with Emma. She saw the world like Pedro did. Something was either right or wrong. Never in the middle. Pedro and Emma were great together. Arguably better than Riga and him. Riga wondered was it possible to update Pedro's brain or give him a new Operating System? That was almost sci-fi science. But then he wouldn't be the Pedro she always loved. Even if apart. His few missing pieces made him who he was. She wished him well in his ongoing army service and with Emma. It was a strange if oddly charming world. Riga made each day count. As did Emmap and Pedro. 

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Riga Orbits

Riga Orbits

An object in orbit over the planet. Visible from the surface. Moving fast silently through the upper sky. What is it? Some type of vehicle. Not from here but it's here as it orbits along. Made of metal it sparkles in the five red suns. An oddly garish reddish but not red colour. Rapidly passing the suns moving to the night side. This machine not of here. Strangely pretty. All symmetrical not a thing sticking out. Except a fin stop it. If there were observers below they would see it. Who is it? Where is it from? Who built it and why? A random alien planet located where? Where it orbits and from? Ask and get no answers. What is the meaning? Yes it's possible for an alien craft to be alien elsewhere. Like here. At a planet with five suns. Interesting physics. Bring the scientists. Is the craft unscrewed? Just imagine the view from the craft. Imagine if a small female called Riga was there. Enjoying the view. No moods or critical thinking or stamping her feet. Drinking orange juice and eating a fresh apple. A strange craft in orbit over a mid sized alien world. Where are the science fiction writers when you need them? This should be written.

Aeroplane Poems 2 by Nick Armbrister

 This is Nick Armbrister's second aviation based poetry collection bringing together poetry and prose from his books from 2010-15. His aircraft poems are on many types ranging from old biplanes, piston engined planes, fast modern jet fighters, flying and combat. The Natalie poems are memorable. She was a pilot in the Falklands War. The Cold War and World War 2 is also covered, as are nuclear strike missions. Nick has been interested in all things that fly since he was a child and this continues today with his poetry and tattoos related to modern aircraft.

 

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purpled

Purpled

Only the military could do that. Turn the heat up so bad. In the day it was like a sweat box. Worse than an oven. You never felt hear so bad. I'm not sure what they did or how they did it. They ignited the atmosphere. Nobody told us. We just felt it. One day it was cool the next it was hot. Like our location shifted from Maine to Bali. That was not possible. Or was it? Did the military have a secret machine that tricked the planet? So it believed it was elsewhere. That was one of my theories. I went out at night and slept by day. Or tried to. Broken not full sleep. You would hate it as much as I. Why would the military do this? Turn up the heat and humidity? Maybe they were changing us? So we would be changed? Our bodies becoming a different creature. That summer in Maine was unlike any other. Autumn and winter were the same. They killed the seasons! There was no snow. The rain was tropical. As we're the hurricanes. What the Hell did they do? The military. They turned up the temperature. It started with a purple flash in the sky...

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Riga twice

Riga Twice

Riga put on snake oil liniment. Her left knee was hurting after a hard four peak hike. Ten kilometres of up down left right hiking joy. A wondrous time seeing the dawn mist over the valley. This part of Thailand was cool. The sea of clouds was something. Riga took photos and videos of it for her blog. She emailed Pedro the links. He was in Antarctica as a security detail. I miss his skinny Portuguese butt. I shouldn't of been a bitch with him. I know he never went away due to me. It was career enhancement. Just like my new blog. We both make good money. For this trip alone I'll make ten thousand. I wonder if I'm allowed to visit him? He said there's no direct flights down there. I'll ask him if they need extra staff. I can work there or take a holiday. Pedro you jerk! I miss you. What did you do to me? You should see the view here. I'm on the edge of a limestone plateau. The birds fly by below me into the mist. Lovely. Just think if we could both fly there. Like birds. Do you remember? We hiked thirty miles from here. The scenery is different. It's drier and not limestone peaks. Rolling green hills and forests. We made love by the river. You thought I was pregnant. Those were the days. Hard to think it was four years ago. My knee feels better now. I need to descend and eat at the cafe in town. Thai chicken curry is the best. I'll send you some hehe. Wish you were here babe. Riga on the peak.

10 clicks

10 clicks  

  

Hike the mountains do 4 summits

Start out with a bad knee

Wear your support all is fine

Except it's not fine far from it

Push yourself to the limit

Feel it after the hike

No sleep for days

Maximum strength pain killers

And snake oil linament

Feel the burn you're alive!

What a hike it was

World War 2 battlefield research

See the old bullets live and spent

Pretty green medicine bottles

Used for amphetamines sky high Japs

The big fat brown bottle turd coloured

See the old gun positions stop peak 1

3 more peaks follow all small terrible

Knee acting up now push on

Use up all my water

No worries a moped guys

Gave me a litre for a crystal

Passed half way mark the quarry

Have several rests under the trees

This isn't too bad cept when I move

My crystals back home

Head down the Holy Road

See my old mates talk history

One had war items

Give them me for the museum

History of the dead alive

No city crap stop the peak

Just me and my sore knee

Where's the 5 sexy gals when I need them?

Hike with me let's get it on

Another hike on the peaks

Riga More Than Words Brian Von Blimp

 Join Riga in new stories about her life in different realities. The work here is both familiar and new. She works in a call centre. She ventures far in her flying disc. She rekindles things with her ex Pedro. There is an erotic script here. How will Riga be in it? Learn more about how Riga thinks. Critical thinking is a must if you want to control your life. Riga introduces one of her daughters here. Her daughter is a pilot defending freedom. A poetry section is also featured. Do you relate to little Riga?

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repost - Should retailers start charging authors to publish their books?

 

Hi Nick, Welcome back to a new edition of the Reedsy marketing newsletter! If you’ve been reading along, you’ll know I’ve recently been focusing solely on AI visibility. But today, I have to take a hiatus from that and talk about the elephant of the week instead: Draft2Digital and Barnes & Noble’s latest changes. Here’s a quick recap of the situation: Draft2Digital’s changes: New accounts incur an “activation fee” of $20, charged only if the account is used to publish and distribute books. Existing accounts are unaffected by this. All accounts are now subject to an annual “maintenance fee” of $12. This fee is only charged to accounts whose earnings (net proceeds after D2D’s commission) are under $100 for the past year. The maintenance fee goes into effect on May 14, 2026, and is charged on the anniversary of the creation of the account. An important note (that D2D hasn’t been very good at communicating): the maintenance fee only applies to accounts that have books actively being distributed. If all your books are unlisted, or if you only use D2D for formatting or for the Books2Read links, you can keep your account free of charge. Barnes & Noble Press’ changes: Minimum pricing: B&N Press print books must have a retail price of $14.99 or above. Any titles priced below that will be removed from sale starting May 14, 2026. Title limit: A single Barnes & Noble Press account will have a limit of 100 individual titles. Each title can be available in both print and digital format and count as one of the 100 titles you can publish. Any titles above that limit may be removed at B&N Press’ discretion starting May 14, 2026. At first glance, these changes aren’t related — except for their announcement date. But in reality, they both answer the same problem. The AI bookspam wave “Bookspam” is a term coined by author Kevin McLaughlin to describe a problem we’ve been seeing since the release of GPT-3: scammers using AI to spam out thousands of books on retailers. With AI agents, it’s easy now to just create an agent (using OpenClaw, for example) that: Writes a book; Formats it for ebook and print distribution; Uploads it to retailers (KDP, D2D, B&N, etc.); and Publishes it. I’d estimate a workflow like this takes 5-10 minutes to run. Which means one could theoretically publish over 100 AI-generated books every single day. And there are likely thousands of scammers out there doing just that.  We (authors and readers) don’t always see it. These books rarely sell more than a handful of copies, and so get little to no visibility. But a handful of sales across thousands of titles is still enough money to keep scammers going. And these days, companies like Draft2Digital, Barnes & Noble Press, or Kindle Direct Publishing are definitely feeling the bookspam wave. In a recent interview with Kevin McLaughlin, D2D’s CEO Kris Austin mentioned that Draft2Digital regularly has to decline as much as 70% of the titles uploaded to their platform for publication. In other words, up to 70% of books uploaded to D2D every single day are spam (mostly AI-generated spam). And I expect that percentage to be similar on KDP, B&N, Kobo, and every other major retailer (or distributor). Now, Draft2Digital and Barnes & Noble have actively tried to combat this. D2D has gotten pretty good at detecting bookspam and shuts down any accounts showing irregular activity, while B&N Press recently implemented the title limit to limit new accounts pumping hundreds of books a month (not to penalize genuine authors with a big backlist). But unfortunately, scammers are full of resources: instead of publishing hundreds of books under the same account (which would result in a red flag), they started creating hundreds of accounts, each publishing one book, thus flying under D2D’s spam-detection radar. Which brings us to this week’s changes: new accounts are now subject to an activation fee, and all accounts must pay a yearly maintenance fee (unless they are above the $100 earnings threshold). Should publishing be free? Thanks to KDP, Smashwords, and Draft2Digital, authors have been able to publish a book on many retailers for free. The business model was simple: by taking a cut of your royalties, these publishing platforms made money if you made money. In the AI age, this doesn’t seem sustainable anymore. Distributors like Draft2Digital have a responsibility to the retailers they work with, and part of that responsibility is to make sure that the books they send to them don’t infringe on copyrights, don’t contain plagiarism, and aren’t full of AI-generated nonsense. Running these checks has a cost — and not running them would have a much higher cost, as retailers would just start treating all D2D books (and all indie books in general) as spam.  So what’s the solution? We just saw it: introducing fees high enough to prohibit scammers, but low enough to keep publishing accessible. I wouldn’t be surprised to see other retailers and distributors follow suit and introduce similar fees for publication — whether on an annual subscription basis, or on a per-title basis. Is this sad news? Yes and no. I think we’d gotten too used to publishing being free. For most people, writing — and publishing — books is a hobby. And I hate to break it to you, but all hobbies cost money. If you like hiking, you’ll need gear. You’ll need a car (most likely). You’ll need to pay park (and/or parking) fees. All that is more expensive than $12 a year. Until now, publishing was a hobby you could invest money in, but didn’t have to.  And even if this changes, at $12 a year, it still remains the most accessible hobby out there. Not only that: it’s the only hobby I know where you can realistically expect to make some money (or even a living) if you do things right: write a great book, learn about marketing, and have a bit of luck. And since you’re already subscribed to this newsletter, you’ve got the marketing part ticked off already. 😉 So if you’ve been among the authors distraught about these changes, I invite you to look at them in a new way. If they indeed limit bookspam, they should be a welcome change, as they will raise everyone’s visibility (except the scammers). And if you see that $12 fee as a penalty, take it as an extra motivation to reach that $100 threshold. Ask yourself: what can I do to boost my sales on Draft2Digital’s retailers (or libraries)? Or even better: get in touch with Draft2Digital reps to ask them that question.  Despite all the changes, I still believe that this is the best time to be an author. We have more opportunities than ever before: more roads to publication, more retailers, and more business models. So don’t let those fees stop you — treat them as an investment into your future success. Happy writing, and happy marketing, Ricardo

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? 

 

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

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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