Blue Boxes – Stories About Sarah by Nick Armbrister (Author)

 Well I suppose I better tell some stories. My name is Sarah. I am a soldier. Not in a regular army though I have worked with them several times. That was in the UK civil war when Scotland and Wales went for independence. I was involved from the beginning. It was fraught with difficulty. Our weapons were old. This is part of my story. I never got my fairy tale life of a loving husband, our kids, a home and a job. Instead I was forced to be a soldier. It was fight or die. What would you do?

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‎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…

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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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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adult poems lol

 

Send me some money/what is this for? Guns drugs sex/all the good things babe 

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Chinky Gal

Every body wants something from someone else

Getting fucked or fucked over

You wanted money from your ex-lover

Your ex-lover wanted to fuck you

Both of you using the other an even exchange

 

This went on for months till you ended it

Saying you wanted more money

He refused saying it’s that or nothing

What did your decision bring you?

Your ex-lover meets other lovers

 

To replace you in and out of bed

Did you meet a new rent payer?

You the gold-digging slut who uses men

Who in turn use you and your body

A fine example of a Chinese female

 

Living away from her husband

Working in a mid-range job

Sending back money for her son

You get lonely and rent is high

There are many men who want to fuck you

 

But not all will pay your rent

Choose wisely dear gold-digger

Shanghai isn’t the province

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Well Then

Joy Division fridge magnet

What will Ian Curtiss think?

He'll turn in his grave

It's all rock n roll

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Where Now

Always looking for the next best thing

The gal in the white shorts

Spelling of coconut and almonds

Did she find the thing she wanted?

Will you take the new job?

I'll take the gal if she asks me

Don't approach unless committed

There was a boss who expanded

Made his company bigger

All was fine till he got greedy

It went from there

Skimming the books

Off shore accounts

He got caught and we knew

People like that will fall

Like my uncle you all know him

He was the president

Where is he now?

 

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It Is

Time to go native

And walk the road

Same as the locals do

 

Give me some new glasses

So I can observe

 

All that is around me

I will not blend in

See them all lined up

 

Waiting for the off-world ship

New story new planet hey

 

West a silver ring

Your father's gift

Before the wars and event

 

Where is your dad now?

He was aboard a different ship

 

That's a different story

Go forth make your own

Nobody had your back

 

Except yourself and God

All is to be written

Including where we go next

 

Later tell me how it is

 

Nick Armbrister Bio

 

Hi, my name is Nick Armbrister. I'm from Manchester, England. I've been writing since April 1996 and published since Nov 96. Very much part of the late 90s 'small press' writing scene, published in mags, 'zines, anthologies and later in the 00s, online and in my own books. I've worked for an American publisher before but left due to editing issues. Self published a hundred books under Nick Armbrister and my pen name Jimmy Boom Semtex. My variety of work is huge. I've written with a wide variety of poets/authors. Love to be creative, like hiking and high ground and also love tattoos and aeroplanes. My books are on the usual sites and stores.

 

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newer poems

 

Statement

I like your legs

This applies to any nice gal

Who I cross paths with

I like to look feel caress kiss

Nice curvy sexy erotic legs

Just like yours or your sisters

Or your friends or cousins or mum’s

Let me enjoy their legs

The way you’ll enjoy me

Loving bonking kissing

You get the message

As I get you and you me

What are you waiting for?

Lezzzz go baby…

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Level four warning/number four NTE, boom!/give it to me now

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God damnit! Hurt guy/moped on its side by him/please be fine brother

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Deniables

You know how it is

You know what I want

Give it to me now

I know what you want

I’ll give it to you

An exchange of goods

This is what we do

You get my rifle

I get your grenade

We the army brats

They think we never

Saw combat but we did

As we fuck in the jungle

We know our battles

Not just enemy guns

Your husband will hate me

My cousin will understand

Combat stress is nasty

After what we did together

Not just between the sheets

Our totally deniable war

If only you understood

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My dear Team Leader/gives out N T Es to us/biscuits for a dog!

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Up There

What were the Scorpion heavy fighters

Chasing that dark rainy night over Lake Superior?

Something not from here

A thing that’s taking a peek

Hidden in clouds dark weather

Not easy to find if there at all

A cost to be even up there

If you don’t return it’s fine

Just know you were up here

Over the lake that night

With nobody else but your crew

They saw you on radar

Your blip merged with the object

Then one remained whom?

Is your Scorpion in the water?

Or taken elsewhere far away

Unknown to me or any of us

Surreal hidden decade old events

Repeated elsewhere?

new poems

For Rent

There are a few gals I know

Who will do things with me

Use your imagination

In return they want cash

To help pay the rent

Or simply to pay for our fuck

The oldest trade there ever was

Other guys do the same

Now and again or all the time

A means to an end

If you were that gal

You would do the same

To pay the rent or for fun

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Hangarage

There I see you in the aircraft hangar

Sat there by the work bench

As I fix the old piston engine

 I see your terribly short denim skirt

And bare legs showing white panties

I look discreetly know all of you

 

Before we make love

In the spare parts store room

This is war and some things hurry

We will be fine let's get married!

Have a baby live together

Spend all our lives together

 

Not just this hour before

The war engulfs us again

You back to the radar room

I’ll fix the returning bombers

Full of holes and dead bodies

 

You feel so good

Your skin smooth

Like a warplane's skin

Like the very air itself

We don't talk just kiss feel

 

Do what we do in the back room

Before we return to the war

All my family is dead

Maybe I got you pregnant

Our precious darling legacy

In this negative evil time

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Dark Peace

Try to relax when others are going mad

Can you relax as your neighbour drills your wife?

How about when your dog kills your brother?

Or when your warehouse burns down?

When thieves steal your posh Jaguar?

And when God gives you brain cancer?

Can you relax in these situs?

I know I can't I'd jump off a cliff

And find permanent peace with Satan

 

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Allergy

Have the gift of life

For you are alive

To enjoy this life

All of it yours

With your ‘friends’

Health issues that follow

A dust allergy

Along with hay fever

Allergies to die for

Not bee stings or nuts

Just annoying daily ones

You take Chlorphenamine

Like a kid eating sweeties

Yes it stopped your sneezing

And red eyes and itchiness

For 32 years you took it

Then suddenly realized

Your liver OMG!

Like drinking each day

What if my liver is fucked?

So you went to the clinic

Got full lab tests done

Luckily you were fine

Nothing was wrong

But you stopped taking it

No more allergy tablets

Except when it was bad

You spent thousands on it

Like you had company shares!

Annoying fucking allergy

Sniff sneeze cough itch

Joyous life full of allergies

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Tapped Head

Off to see some woodpeckers

Listen to their demented tapping

On and on forever more

No bloody reloads oh fuck!

Type 92 machine gun needs

Feeding like I need a new gal

I’ll take her up there

To where history was made

Woodpecker Ridge up high

See the path on the map

Easy or hard it’ll be there

Find me a woodpecker babe

Europa Poems by Nick Armbrister

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Europa Poems

by Nick Armbrister

The poems here were featured in several volumes of anti-war poetry jointly written with author Andy N. These are Nick’s poems. A Europa book 8 will be written in future. The message in the poems is that war is not the answer.

Riga Project (Brian Von Blimp)

Riga Project (Brian Von Blimp) Hi welcome to my page and my varied videos of different things all related to my Riga Project. These are based on the writing in my varied books under Brian Von Blimp (pen name of Nick Armbrister). Join Riga on her journey. It will not be easy... Riga is based on a real person who is small, a great critical thinker and very bad tempered when triggered. I know who she is. Thanks to the real Riga for the inspiration and support. And thanks to all the others who have participated or supported this project. Check out the Riga books by Brian Von Blimp on Amazon and other sites. AI was used to convert the text to audio and for the images. The stories are human written.

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