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Juniper’s Daughter: The Final War A novel by Nick Armbrister

Juniper’s Daughter: The Final War                              

A novel by Nick Armbrister

Introduction

   A time and town so very different from now, several key events had changed European history forever. First the civil war of 2005 – 08 is now over, which led to the break up of United Kingdom. A quarter of a million died achieving what politics never could.

   The weeklong conflict with France was over. From what started as a fishing dispute led to a localised nuclear war in which thirty million British and fifty million French perished. The madness that irradiated half of Europe stopped.

  A third key event saved the remaining innocents from the abyss. The arrival of a girl with special powers from nowhere, a so-called Goddess of the Earth, she was called Juniper’s Daughter…

Party At The End Of The World

   Only a fool thought nothing would happen after the armoured car was hijacked and fuel dump destroyed. English army high command planned and prepared to attack, to root out the freedom fighters, illegal weapons and black market trade in guns and booze. With the large town of Oldham being in the hands of the freedom fighters, just one example of lawlessness and the rule of the gun, any attack here would be a blue print to use elsewhere in England. A military state was in the making but with not enough men to physically do this and the questionable loyalty of men/women press ganged into the army being a big no-no, only one solution was left. To simply kill all of the known freedom fighters, war vets, people with weapons/weapons training and anyone else that took their fancy. A new genocide in the planning…

   Three of the freedom fighters relaxed after their near death experience on the way to Leeds. Lee’s wounds slowly healed under Sarah’s supervision at the aid station. Leah raised an eyebrow at his admission there but under their verbal agreement, nothing was said and he was given the best care.

   Sarah did confide in Leah on the old woman but not where or how they had met her, the story of Juniper’s Daughter needed to be told and Leah was the perfect confidante. She asked questions, Sarah gave her the answers she could and together both tried to piece together what they knew and what could or could not happen. This was an exercise in futility so they left it at this: sometime in the future something would happen with the appearance of someone not from around here, a person to help and heal and not kill or wage war. A way to a new future might be presented. If this helped end the killing and suffering, that had to be positive event, a step forwards to embrace the future, a journey into unknown. Vague as this was, it gave a positive feeling in these bleak times.

   Life went on day by day. Lee planned more arms shipments including the sale/trade of the armoured car to the Rochdale war vets and with its recent combat use, it was a prime jewel to trade with for whatever Lee wanted.

   John arranged repairs on the damaged vehicle with Red and Gun Barrel using stolen, old and home made equipment to repair the rocket grenade damage. New hydraulic lines needed to be made, damaged ones patched or replaced, the hole made by the shape charged warhead had to be welded with good strength metal, soundly as possible. Kevlar armour wasn’t available, metal and fibre glass was installed where the internal damage was. The whole vehicle would be repainted including repaired areas, hiding any military insignia/markings and a darker camouflage to improve visual stealth. If it couldn’t be seen, it couldn’t be targeted. Yet no amount of paint would ever hide the fact that it was a stolen English army armoured car.

   Repairs took two weeks; Lee improved drastically in this time. He liaised with John on the repairs and on the trade of the vehicle with the vets in Rochdale. It was agreed that they would provide support if the English army attacked and vice versa, armed people in Oldham would do the same if Rochdale was attacked. Everyone lived with this fact. Weapons were readied and plans made in case the army came and tried to take back their vehicle and punish the town or people for the death of two soldiers or any other reason. Guns, ammo, grenades and rocket-propelled stuff were stockpiled just in case; no tip off alerted them what the army planned, just sound common sense. For every action, there’s a reaction. The English army attacking would be the natural reaction.

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new book info...

got promo copy of my unfinished poem book RANTINGS OF A DAMAGED MIND jointly wrote with Mel. needs more poems and cover art doing by tattooist. good to hold this copy, rather than see on a computer. out in 2013...

That Tat tattoo poem

That Tat

Well there are a few more tattoos planned,

I’m getting some coverage.

Bit by bit.

On my legs and more to go.

Since May I covered my arm gaps,

full sleeves! Roundabout way of doing it.

No full story here, top to bottom.

All sorts of crazy stuff:

stars, dots, Pixie tarot card art.

My legs are full of planes.

Biplanes winging their way south,

WW2 fighters looking for each other,

bomb laden Lancaster off to Germany.

My collage of Luna moon lady,

her nuclear rockets and a fiery star gal.

What more will grace my skin?

Full coverage beckons, courtesy of the bakery.

Each week a new bit of ink.

Equal to a two week Mediterranean holiday and a small car.

My reason to live, ink on my skin.

Ongoing art project till I’m done.

Care to design me an arty tattoo?

poems from my JUNIPER'S DAUGHTER- FRAGMENTED WHOLE/BLACK LENSE 2012 book

The Lie That Is Love

Who’s ever fallen for the lie that is called LOVE? Been fucked over by gal who appears to like them, then pushes them away like a piece of trash? Unwanted, used and feeling crap. Actions that are the total opposite of love and the lie that it is. No worries, build walls around yourself, let no-one in and only you have the key. If they want to access your heart, say fuck off, it’s out of service.

Never mind the lie that is the family. I was fucked over by a vicious ex who left me and never even told me to my face. The day before she left me, we watched a film and all was fine. Her sister asked her bother, “Are they ok?” It was obvious her fucking siblings were in on the act. There’s much more to this but I’ll say evil devil words. Stay single and use a condom. It’s all a lie to entrap you.

Hollywood makes shit stupid films like Titanic with two dimensional characters, capitalizing on the fakeness of romance and stupid self sacrifice. I’d be fuck you bitch; it’s my place in the lifeboat. Stick with war films and sci-fi, better stories and some good killing. Who needs limp dick films? Watch porn if you want a cheap thrill or pay for no strings sex with a hooker.

My message here is avoid the perilous dating game, where you spend hard earned cash on some bitch who wants a free night out. She’ll pretend to like you and fleece you for everything you’ve got. Don’t get married, after a year of fucking you its kaput. Half of what is yours, it now hers. What a scheming, conniving cow you married. She took you to the cleaners. Stay single.

Nicely Nice

Black and orange butterfly flies zig zag pattern over a river dodging speedy dragonflies, low over the water at mad angles. Sense of speed beyond all else. Movement pure and simple. Past dragonfly territory, over the rocky river bank. Looking, searching for what? Something. What? Feel a little tired.

Land on a rock to rest, blur of flapping wings before a halt. Nice to chill. What the fuck? Bloody rock moves! Goddamn Pagan Goddess not a rush! Stone is alive; butterfly Fliss arrows upwards to safety. Wolf is not amused. Was resting under midday sun and his nose was tickled when a cheeky butterfly dared to land on his snout. Bloody cheek! Snap went wolf teeth. A miss!

Butterfly won't take any grief, arcs round in a high speed turn to buzz the wolf. I'll show you! Try to eat me, I'll wake you up and disturb your bloody peace for snapping your sharp teeth at me. I'm the Goddess! Round again buzzing the wolf, who's the boss? Butterfly is! 6 more times the game continues, buzz the wolf, snap go his teeth. He settles down on his haunches, enough!

Butterfly lands on his nose, soft as gossamer spider web feather snowflake, peace. Wolf speaks humbly, 'What's your name brave fast butterfly flier?' Silence for a minute. 'I'm Fliss...' They both changed and made love. The circle was complete. Butterfly was home... xxx

Orbit 

One million hearts speak as one; I listen to the solitary one who cries out in eloquent despair. That single wounded heart will claim me by her right and ensnare me and save me from me and I’ll never break it. She’ll bring me happiness after years of sorrow. Her name is?

Rockets are for the benefit of the human race taking us to the stars or for the worst, blowing us to bits. My poem book is heavy upon my back; I’ve been through so much shit in life. Who’s innocent in this game of madness? You, me, him, her? No one is. Some people collect issues like others do stamps.

Life was easier when I was young, no clue on girls so I kept away. Who do I gain knowledge as I age? Shame I can’t go back and use some of it in my younger days. We mustn’t play games with peoples’ lives and they mustn’t reciprocate. I want to move a long way from this town, like before. It’s my orbit.

Rinse

Something is very badly wrong in my life in romance, if you ask how my private life is what do I tell you? That it’s private and none of your business or that I have no love life and haven’t for three years, except random sex with low quality gals.

No one to romance me, to be there for me when I need them or even listen to my new poems and support me when I need it. Just this poem capturing my ongoing endless life as a bachelor. This ain’t fun unless you like getting drunk with your mates and being eternally single.

Maybe fate will show me the way to fix my life and regain my happiness, not doing the same errors. Or I too choosy and hoping to meet someone who doesn’t exist? Chasing Willow the Wisp as Olive Oil walks right on by?

FADE INTO FOCUS, FOCUS INTO FADE by nick armbrister out on amazon...

FADE INTO FOCUS, FOCUS INTO FADE by nick armbrister out on amazon...

IT ALL STARTED AS FUN

When we were both fifteen years old, just kids, we were messing around with one thing or another. We made a small bomb. It was more of a firework, really, all sparks and heat.

We did this all for fun, then we blew up a phone box with a pipe bomb, two years later.

That was a laugh, two kids being idiots. Soon we went our separate ways, ten long years ago.

Now, watching the news after coming in from work, I can’t believe it, I saw your face.

A photo of my old friend and a plane down, over 200 dead.

Oh fuckin’ god, this cant be true. Did you do it? Really, did you bring down the plane?

DREAM SUNLIGHT

A twilight sun shines down colouring the sky with every shade of colour from red to black, blowing your mind away.

We drive our car over the winding moor road, stereo on full blast, eating up the miles like it was fading to zero.

Our car is old but we are young, in our prime, enjoying life, making every moment go on forever.

We come to the town, all quiet in the coming darkness.

I think of how many people have walked over the town square, how many have kissed, fought, dreamed…

Then we are away, leaving the town behind…

ENDLESS SUMMER

This is the endless summer of our youth

a time of music and of fun.

A time of blue skies and cold beer

in pubs in the country.

The sky is always free of clouds

and we fall in love, so heart achingly, to last forever.

Special times, trips to the coast.

It is a time for you and me.

Our friends are always there for us

when we see music festivals, song for our lives.

I met you in a bar, we walked barefoot

through the sand, in our own world.

We may grow older but we’ll

never forget the times we had,

in that endless summer so long ago

in our youth, passionate young lives.

THROUGH MY EYES

I have seen many things through my eyes.

I see magic, mystical places, angels and fighter planes.

I see the magic of a summers day high in the mountains.

I see surreal dreamers flying through the rarefied air.

I see Gothic maidens dressed in long black dresses

dancing under the moon.

I see a Spitfire turning on a knife-edge,

sun reflecting off its wing.

I see Julianne singing crystal songs that shatter

the twilight dawn.

I see a quartz crystal cast a halo of colours.

I see the beauty of the written word through poetry.

I see the heartbeat that is the life of the moon and of

planet earth and I see the beauty of love and the

violence of war.

Squash Kill Bulldozer

Squash Kill Bulldozer

Madman drives his beloved pink fifteen ton bulldozer, named Sheila, at a civilian bus packed full of screaming innocent civilians. Bang! No mercy here as our dear madman reverses and guns the throttle to do it again. More metal shouts under protest and glass shatters. Dozer driver judged it just right, metal dozer blade impacts the side of the yellow bus at head level. Crunch!                                                                                                                                                 

Heads go a poppin' and roll down the road, severed bloodily. The diesel tank is holed and illegal red diesel gushes prettily free. For a third time dozer man does his bit, maiming and killing. A spark ignites the fuel and those left alive, trapped on the bus, burn to death. Begging for their God won't save them.                                                                                                                                 

Our mad dozer driver believes in God too but his God allows him to squash civilians to death in yellow buses. The second occasion he's done it.                                              

Is he mad? Or loving it, psychopath style? Dozer killer man and his heavy metal machine. Coming to a city near you. Soon.