Elleswyth the Warrior Kindle Edition by Nick Armbrister (Author), P.J. Reed (Author)

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She felt herself hurtle down, falling through the chill of the upper sky, her skin fading to white as the cold bit into her limbs and goose bumps ran across her bare skin. The blue planet fast approached and she wind milled her arms to slow her descent. The planet shuddered as a shock wave circled the hemispheres when she broke through the atmosphere and landed gently feet first on the yellow sands bordering the furious seas. She looked around her. She had not been followed. Elleswyth glanced at her tattered bloodstained clothing and grinned. She whispered to the white waves, immediately they gentled and she slipped off her tunic and slipped naked into the heated waters.

Cernunnos peered down from the edge of the clouds and smiled to himself as he watched her float on the tide. A rattling from behind stopped his observations and rising excitement. He bit his lip and quickly scurried behind a fire and smoke damaged column. Pooling blood sparkled under the starlight and gently floated into the air. Drops hovered in a blood cloud over the prone figure of Gaiana and then fell with sudden force. Blood smashed straight into the Mother Goddess' heart, instantly racing round her twisted limbs. The cuts and slash marks disappeared. Then her legs flexed and straightened. Finally, the reenergised blood rushed through her chest and arms. A severed finger crawled over and reattached itself. Lastly, she grabbed hold of her face and pulled it to the front of her body. She sat up and pulled her head upwards so it re-sat properly back on her neck. Gaiana then laughed. She chortled and the columns toppled, plaster and brick falling down onto the worlds below. Ripples ran across space and time. Elleswyth felt the plaster shards hit the sea around her with such force that they pierced the cowering waves, creating huge whirlpools. Elleswyth cursed as Gaiana laughed, "You can never kill the Mother Goddess. I am the eternal mother."

Elleswyth cursed again. She slipped silently into the whirlpool, now surrounded by funnels of roaring wind. If Gaiana died, the world would cease. She cursed again and disappeared.

Juniper’s Daughter: Frontier Town by Nick Armbrister sample

Juniper’s Daughter: Frontier Town by Nick Armbrister

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A novel following up Juniper's Daughter The Final War by Nick Armbrister. In a world full of violent gangsters, secret intelligence operatives, a shady witch called Juniper's Daughter, dark Goths and many other erotic characters, all are set for a showdown with the much vaunted English Army who is intent on invading and wiping them all out. The war rages on and the struggle continues in a world where poodle dogs have laser beam eyes and machine guns fire nuclear bullets. Science fiction meets the near future in this raunchy tough story of madness and dark humour. Set in a ficticious town called Renford in a war ravaged land, this story is an intimate look at one version of the future. Will people be nice to one another or will the Devil and death sweep the land?

   “Cris wake up! It’s us the Frontier Corp’s guards. You remember us, Lee and Mike,” the guard who tried to break the window said as he struggled with half of Cris’s body weight in the troop section of the fuselage before emerging into the watery sunlight. His comrade glanced at the twin holes burnt into the body of the craft by the Devil Snail as he slowly walked backwards out of the open door carrying Cris’s feet. His mate followed his gaze and grimaced, outside both men looked at the blackened scorch marks and melted metal.

   “Looks like it was a very close run thing. He was lucky to get back. Where the hell is Noel?” the second guard announced.

   “I’m not sure; we better wait till Cris comes round without jumping to conclusions,” the other darkly replied, “we better radio this through to or our heads with roll. Protocol and all that…”

   They placed Cris down onto the ground as the radio call was made, informing their superiors that only Cris had returned in a stolen English army troop transporter and that he was wounded so send the medic ASAP. The other guard administered basic first aid on Cris’s awful shoulder wound. He struggled moving the blood encrusted jacket to gain access to the wound, he put a field dressing onto the large bullet exit hole but seeing it wasn’t enough placed two more there and one on the entry hole in his back. He gave Cris a single morphine jab to lesson the pain and ease the discomfort even though he was unconscious. Distant sirens echoed over the compound and soon the Corp’s ambulance sped into view and help was at hand, now it was up to the medical staff to work their magic. They prayed silently that their friend would make it or his whole mission was pointless and where was Noel? That played on their minds but there was nothing they could do, it was up to the med staff to stabilise their fellow soldier and treat his wounds so he could be de-briefed by the intelligence people.

   One guard re-entered the craft and turned the idling rocket engine off, his comrade radioed in and asked to be relieved so they could report to their superiors the events of the past few minutes. Orders and commands were issued; an inspection team was dispatched to examine the stolen English army transport craft so any secrets could be gleaned from it and how it operated. Frontier Corp’s really needed a fleet of these to patrol and defend Renford from any attack, would it be possible to reverse engineer it at the Weapons Facility? Communications were sent out by a runner so this important event could be classified, clarified and Corpsified; it was important that no eavesdroppers listening in to the radio net picked up the arrival of this stolen craft. If anyone was able to get a handle on this it was the elite staff at the Weapons Facility, they had the brains, staff and facilities to do most things, so this was a real catch falling out of the sky for the Frontier Corp and associated people.

   Green uniformed intelligence staff arrived in a hurry, armed with measuring equipment, Geiger counters, cameras of various types and a dozen other pieces equipment to begin their examination. Time was of the essence now, what if an English army retrieval team came and attempted to get their craft back? To cater for this a mobile defence post was set up under the trees near the grass with small machine cannon pointing skywards from the direction any English army ships would come. Infrared and radar sensors scanned the heavens just in case, soldiers with machine guns backed up the security detail now guarding the site.

   In the base hospital two armed guards watched Cris and his medical team for he was the most valuable of all because he had English army secrets. Three intelligence officers waited by his bedside while the doctors did their best to look after their wounded man, for he was a potential treasure trove of army secrets, only ever touched upon by rumour or guesswork before. Would he pull through okay to give his secrets away or would he lose the battle due to his serious wounds?

Aeroplane Poems 2 By Nick Armbrister

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Often

In the Cold War I was afraid from one type of war but this was born out of the death of another war.                                                                                                                         

I feel I was close to some who were eternally lost.                                                

Over the dark moors they flew never to be old men but catch their end,                                        

a violent death being torn apart dying like a man.                                                                                                          

I wondered if on dark rainy lonely windswept nights their spirits were trapped

on the barren north moors.                                                                                                                      

If I could talk to them I’d ask what it like is out here amongst the rocks and the heather.                                                                                                                              

I have no illusion at what happened here I saw something no kid should see - the alloy of their Lancaster melted onto rocks like liquid candle wax onto the

flesh of a trusted lover.                                                                                                                            

Death ruled here not love.                                                                                            

Was it for our freedom they perished out there on the moors?                                          

I have to guess yes or their deaths are in vain. 

Nights and Their Castles 

SAC crews to your bombers your nukes are onboard it's time to do battle against the commie infidels.                                                                                                                

SAC shield protects us two lightning bolts and one olive branch; you work it out - double offense.                                                                                                                                   

Peace is our profession.                                                                                 

Compared to old weapons it's the same but with infinitely more power, nuke bombs are our new lances, the sky is our castle.                                                                            

Your horse is a B-36, 47 or 52.                                                                                        

Strategic Air Command new skool weapons to do an old skool job, the biggest most powerful military force in history.                                                                                          

Never used in anger for our world would be ash and we'd be dust.                                                                    

Now passed into history, a great what if with old men and silent bombers, unexploded nukes. 

Fly

Where are you in the sky in relation to me? Looping round in a great curve coming to get me, down the other side. Do you see me in my green and yellow stunt plane? I see you in your oh so pretty wooden airplane moving like an angel. We fly and manoeuvre like swirling dervishes as the ground replaces the blue, unreal three dimensional actions. God must have let us do it. Nothing feels like it. Only flight.

Dominions of Corrosion Jimmy Boom Semtex poems

An accident.

The couple ended up in the Thames.

They were rescued.

He lived.

She died.

Few details are known.

Did she wear a life jacket?

Will he have survivors guilt?

Live with losing his future love?

The lady's family will be inconsolable.

All will ask why did this happen?

All will say:

Don't ever let it happen again.

Crakr Time

I wanted to try the new Cheltenham GCHQ puzzle.

It was sent out in an Xmas card.

I saw it on free Facefuk on my mobile.

Like all free things, it's crap.

You can't view the photos on it.

I turned on my computer to have a go.

A critical update stopped me.

I patiently waited an hour for it to run.

When I tried to go online it wouldn't.

I trouble-shooted the issue.

Was it the update corrupting Google Chrome?

Cos Chrome won't work.

Or is it the router being slow?

If so, why does my phone work?

I don't want to uninstall Chrome.

So I'll try a System Restore.

Will it work?

I only wanted to do the GCHQ puzzle.

Pass that and get a spy job.

Maybe they're testing my tek skills?

Seeing how I do.

Then employ me as a tek wizard.

How cool that would be.

In the meantime I must wait.

Sister Act

With a sister like mine

I don't need enemies

like you who hates me.

I'll give you my sister

as an Xmas gift.

On permanent loan.

See how you feel

with her moods and

anger turning you blue.

As I do you baby.

We can dance naked to 80s music.

Then pause the clock and make love.

There is no tomorrow.

If I could spirit you back in time, I would.

Fuck you when I was 13.

Be my first.

Do the same when I was your age.

And each and every year before and after.

Your long black hair is a gothic river.

When it's untied, your fucking awesome.

We know nothing else except one another.

Shyness is banished, for good.

As are inhibitions.

Next time, bring your sister.

We can all come together.

Happy birthday ladies.

And Merry Xmas too.

Commercial Venture

The small business premises was situated on the city outskirts.

It was both ideally located and a great building.

A roller shutter door gave good security.

The alarm system was linked to the police station.

Nightlights illuminated the scene.

We could ask for nothing more.

Our time here was limited but we got to work.

That involved mixing chemicals together to make new ones.

Health and Safety rules were strictly followed.

We wanted no accidents or injuries.

Soon we would be ready for the event.

My comrade bought three well maintained vans.

I helped him prep them to look like ambulances.

It took two days and we had to be sure it was right.

Not what we were doing or our cause.

Those stages were passed months ago.

The operation.

It needed to be perfect.

And it would be in every way.

For we were suicide bombers with ambulance bombs.

We would take thousands of lives and bring down skyscrapers.

An illusion of trust and life saving being our mortal guide.

Soon we will meet Allah.

Till then we must be vigilant and efficient in all ways.

Soon now...

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Side of the Hill – Varied Poems... Nick Armbrister

Flex Me The acrobat man said he could fly That it was part of his show A routine that thrilled every time Seen all over the world Watch the magician fly! His latest show was unique And a notable first He would walk down a building With no ropes or harness All went well till halfway down When he tripped and fell!

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Tea Time Theatrics – Erotic Scenes from Juniper’s Daughter: The Final War By Nick Armbrister

Tea Time Theatrics – Erotic Scenes from Juniper’s Daughter: The Final War

ByNick Armbrister

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Tea Time Theatrics – Erotic Scenes from Juniper’s Daughter: The Final War by Nick Armbrister features the erotic/adult scenes from Nick Armbrister's highly acclaimed first novel Juniper’s Daughter: The Final War. The main characters are John, Lee and Sarah plus Juniper's Daughter. A dangerous antagonist, Captain Alun Cook of the English Army has a pivotal role. Read all about the ex freedom fighters getting it on and relaxing. Other more dangerous scenes are included. watch out for the follow up collection.