JUNIPER’S DAUGHTER 3: WAR
IS OBSOLETE - FUTILITY AND HOPE
BY NICK ARMBRISTER
A COLLECTION OF
DARK/LIGHT POETRY/NARRATIVES AND STORIES.
A FOLLOW UP TO MY
JUNIPER’S DAUGHTER SERIES.
Poetry Collections
2006 “Fade into Focus,
Focus into Fade” – ISBN 9780595410354
2007 “Skeward
Images” – ISBN 9780595454563
2008 “Her Name is Hope
– Life Force” – ISBN 978-1-4092-4669-5
2009 “Aeroplane Related
Poems” – ISBN 978-1-4452-2045-1
Short Story
Collections
2007 “A Nation in
Flames” – ISBN 9780595478897
Novels
2009 “The Final
War” (Written under the pen name Anneke van Ginn) – ISBN
978-1-4092-9764-2
2009 “Here Comes the
Devil Snails! Quick Run Like Hell! The Laser Beam Poodles are Coming!” (Written
under the pan name Anneke van Ginn) – ISBN 978-1-4092-9591-4
External Links
“What will it take for
the culture of our world to become one without an enemy? A culture with no
sense of an enemy? This perfect ideal is alleged to exist somewhere, someplace
in our lost confused vicious yet beautiful world. Will we find it before it’s
too late? I wish to find my own inner peace and hope our precious world finds
it too to renounce war forever...”
Nick Armbrister
15/02/2010
JUNIPER’S DAUGHTER 3: WAR
IS OBSOLETE - FUTILITY AND HOPE
A MIXTURE OF DARK/LIGHT
POETRY/NARRATIVES AND STORIES
A COLLECTION BY NICK
ARMBRISTER.
A FOLLOW UP TO MY JUNIPER’S DAUGHTER SERIES
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Walking through the trees
was hard going but rewarding it took her to a quiet world where the only sounds
were animals scurrying about in the undergrowth and branches snapping under
Lise's boots. Coming to a small forest clearing she saw her hidden place known
only to her; a little forest pool not twenty feet across by fifteen and thirty
deep situated in a fault in the land. Lise loved this place it was so natural
and the home of Mother Nature, the water was crystal clear and pure enough to
drink. Bending down at the edge of the pool Lise cupped her hand and took a sip
of the cool clear water, then putting her hands together she poured some over
her face gasping when she felt its coolness on her warm skin under the hot sun.
Looking up Lise saw tree branches forming a canopy over her pool from the trees
growing either side of the water; only a small bit of sky was visible in the
middle where the branches left a gap. What a magical place! Looking around to
make sure no one was watching Lise lifted up her thin red summer dress and
removed it in one swift motion, she was only wearing a pair of panties a former
lover had sent her from Britain; their time together was brief and they made
love at this very spot two summers ago. Folding and placing her dress by a rock
she undid her boots and put them with her dress, her socks and pink panties
followed till she was naked under the sunlight that filtered through the
swaying branches. In one leap Lise jumped into the water landing with a splash
in the middle of the pool, she went under the surface sending ripples to every
side unsettling the water. Turning round under water she swam down towards the
depths into deep water, she noticed sunlight filtering down from the surface
giving a sparkling affect which continued to the very bottom. Would she be able
to reach the pool bottom thirty feet down on one breath of air? Half way down
she felt her lungs burning with exertion but she didn't let up, Lise's powerful
arms drew her down to the sandy bottom like a mermaid descending into the
ocean; with a single touch Lise scooped up a handful of fine sand from the pool
bottom and speedily turned and arched up to the surface and freedom. She had
done it! Thirty feet of water with a single breath and she hadn't even dove
into the water. Breaking the surface Lise yelled and smiled in delight as water
cascaded from her naked smooth shoulders, what a wonderful place this was!
Throwing the sand onto the bank Lise smiled when it joined the other bits of
sand she had deposited there after each dive to the bottom, marking this place
as hers. Breaking into a crawl she swam the short length of the pool touching
the rock sides and turning under water to swim to the opposite side to ease any
knots out of her muscles. She knew swimming was the best exercise next to love
making to keep her fit and in shape. For ten more minutes Lise swam and dove in
the water until she was feeling tired, looking at the only part of the pool
with a small shore she swam and left the water and flopped down taking deep
breaths. She was feeling a little horny so she decided to play with herself,
lying down on the warm sloping rocks she moved her hand to her own hidden place
her own little pool of lust and love, her pussy. A nice Russian peasant pussy
that was born into a poor family but that now belonged to a gal who was a
talented artist with a job at an up and coming art gallery. Nicely shaved with
no stubble even her piss flaps either side not torn from child birth like some
of her mate’s private bits. Lise was careful not to get pregnant and always
took precautions being on the pill and insisting on durex when she slept with
strangers. It was different when she was with one of her selective mates who
doubled as lovers with no strings attached sex, erotic lovemaking in the most
stunning extremes. She brought a few of her trusted lovers to her secret pool
and made love and swam in the clear crystal water. Her middle finger tickled
her clit opening up a feeling of enjoyment a tingling slowly coming up from
below to the surface. From nearby beady eyes flitted over her lithe little body
unknown to the girl who moved and writhed while her finger did its work. Low
moans came from Lise’s mouth she closed her eyes and thought of Adam who was
one of her recent conquests here in the early spring. What fun that had
been...
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KAHLIA AKASHA IS BACK,
SORT OF LOL
We armed our jet with 8
anti ship missiles; every single under wing weapon pylon was spoken for. Under
fuselage drop tank full of fuel, in front of that twin barrel 30mm gun with 200
armour piercing shells. We where forward based on a dusty coastal track in
southwest India. The Pak navy sank the Indian aircraft carrier with Sea
Harriers; we can’t use her as a springboard. On the beach, fuel topped up,
weapons armed, final checks dun. We took off heading west to engage the
Pakistan navy. To sink their ex British + American destroyers. Just as they
sank the ex Brit carrier India had used. Mad. Nice low slow cruise 50ft above
the choppy fog laden sea. 200knots, 220mph. she would touch 530mph but we had
to go slow we had 8 ships to kill. my wife flew our plane in the back cockpit,
I caressed the juicy missiles below our stealth fighter plane. Used infrared to
scan ahead just ghostly images hidden by the fog. I tried the laser range finder,
so many readings due to the shifting fog. Radar! Two scans, off. There! The 1st
Pak navy ship a Type21 Frigate ex Royal Navy. Lets do an Argy sink it! Our
Chain Head missiles are better than Exocet 25yrs ahead in tech + lethality. My
wife kept our jet 50ft above the ocean, our grave if she hated me. I confirmed,
'Missile 1 locked on, missile 2 ready to lockup any new target,' then my lady
lifted our port wing. Unbalancing me, just illusion. Enough room for our weapon
to launch without hitting the sea yet our rite wing was 20ft above the sea! A
big wave would swamp us. Mad! Away! Orange bright flare devil roar missile
away. Radar on again to sweep ahead, weapon merging with Pak ship 80 miles
ahead. Time to turn gently away, we have 7 more ships to find in the fog +
coming night. We’re a ghost unseen below enemy radar, slow to save fuel we have
forever to do our job. Sink the Pak navy. Any survivors in the water will get
30mm shells if we don’t shoot up any ships. Lets hope our missiles work I wana
strafe some drowning men. Our black painted soviet prop jet fighter slides
through the evening fog as a distant orange flash flares + dies. 7 anti ship
missiles left. We’ll evade their 40yr old mirage jets...
This story is my 4th
Kahlia Akasha one the others being in my 3rd book a nation in flames. a short
story collection, out to order on amazon.co.uk/com. This warplane is multi role including
nuclear capable. Her real title is Aeroprogress T-720. She was never built with
the death of the cold war. This looks to be starting again. Would she be reborn
even more dangerous? After all the Russians will need a replacement for the
Sukhoi Su-25 Frogfoot, a 30yr old attack jet. They lost several blown out of
the sunny Georgian skies in august this year. Georgian missiles shot them down,
David fighting Goliath. Would my Kahlia Akasha escape being shot down over
Georgia? We’ll never know. She is stealth capable, has active radar jamming
system, chaff and flares to decoy missiles, extreme performance and agility,
small size, high technology. She isn’t invulnerable but more survivable than a
Frogfoot. All I have are my own design studies, theoretical. I ask what if?
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THE 7TH CITY
The warplane lay broken
on the barren desert floor utterly broken, forgotten and forlorn. Painted on
her side are the names of six cities; next to each is a faint but distinct
image of a mushroom cloud. There were six in all each next to a city name
written in their native language they read: Moscow, Berlin, London, Shanghai,
New York and Rio de Janeiro. Next to the shattered warplane rested a damaged
cylinder two metres long, white and glowing faintly in the twilight. It was a
bomb like each that had been dropped onto the flattened cities long ago, where
would number seven have been dropped? Before the warplane had been broken
herself and where were the two crew? Were the weathered bones on the sand they?
Kahlia Akasha was no more just a decaying unwanted fighter plane partly covered
by the shifting desert sands soon lost forever more, part of a war forgotten
one thousand years past.
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