Juniper’s Daughter: War Is Obsolete – Futility and Hope

By Nick Armbrister

This is Nick's new volume of poetry/short stories covering light/dark topics. From horror fiction to Cold War views and love poetry to war in the sky Nick has brought together a varied collection. A dark book with a positive message.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nick's Poetry Books
• Release date: Aug 7, 2021
• ISBN: 9780463112762

Nick Armbrister

Hi, this is the publishing writing profile for Nick Armbrister, an author and publisher from Manchester, England. His work includes varied poetry and stories, including short and novel length. Topics include history, erotica, aviation, current affairs and much more. Nick has been writing since 1996 and published in the 'small press' (poetry scene) and in books for many years. He does open mic, attends writing work shops and is always working on a writing project. He has writing online and in real world books. Follow Nick's writing, news updates and more on his varied blogs links. Enjoy his writing, something different and creative. Nick has also worked with several international writers/authors/poets.Nick's other interests are gothic/alternative music, gigs, tattoos, aircraft, reading, outdoors, paganism, hiking and life. He was born in 1971.

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Juniper’s Daughter: War Is Obsolete – Futility and Hope

Nick Armbrister

A collection of dark/light poetry/narratives and stories.

A follow up to my Juniper’s Daughter series.

I M P R I N T

Juniper’s Daughter: War Is Obsolete – Futility and Hope by Nick Armbrister

© 2021. Nick Armbrister. All rights reserved.

Author: Nick Armbrister

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Copyright 2010 Nick Armbrister. All rights reserved. This version 2021.

This is a work of fiction and views expressed by the author, other work/narratives/poetry has been published by kind permission where mentioned of the authors named.

All rights reserved. Only a single poem/section of text maybe published solely for reviewing purposes.

THANKS AND AKNOWLEDGEMENTS

A big thanks to my friends and family for your support, also to my readers and fellow writers and poets who have supported me when times got tough. Thanks and respect to you all. To those who committed evil acts that inspired me to write dark poetry/stories may you be punished by the law of man and of karma. Keep the peace people.

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  

Contents

Hell Fire Fairies

Nick’s Biog

Able Archer

English Goth

Sleeping Monster – Juniper’s Daughter In Trouble

Dark Pool

X Marks the Spot

Sexy Lil X

Just a Girl

Poems

Bio

FORWARD 

This book was my difficult book number 7 from which I struggled endlessly over ideas, stories, poems or a mixture. Fate brought me into a situation where I tried to help yet was powerless to change the outcome; indeed, I could have been in danger but that thought never crossed my mind. I reacted to events that fate put me in, I’m unsure of the reasons but I accept my role in them and I did my best. I saw evil actions and that upset me very much. I was in no way affected like the relatives of the gun shot victim on that awfully desperate night. For them things changed forever, I only hope and pray that those responsible for their vile evil actions get the book thrown at them, receiving the longest possible jail sentence and that they burn in Hell. The message of my book is no more illegal guns and knives on the streets of Great Britain, enough is enough, with too many people innocent or not killed and murdered. Not to mention those injured and maimed both physically and mentally. So I ask you whoever reads this, spread the message, no more firearms or blades on our streets. I got to do my book, I wish I had never witnessed what I did but I’m unable to change the past, all I can do is say be positive for the future and don’t use violence to sort your problems out. I’m not really the best person to say or do this but I’m attempting to, my message is stop this war on our streets, if a single person changes their behaviour and others follow then that is a result, isn’t it? I won’t mention gangs or drugs. They’re all related to these crimes that need to be addressed, how? I don’t know, all I can do is to do my book and send the message out, enough is enough. Stop this war in our towns and cities.

This book is dedicated to all those who have lost loved ones and suffered in the war that is engulfing our towns and cities. I must also mention violence without guns or knives like that that took the young precious life of Sophie Lancaster and that hurt her partner very badly. Just because she wasn’t shot or stabbed doesn’t make that evil wicked act of what happened to her any less terrible. So I include all of the others who have been touched by the violence that is engulfing our precious country, really enough is enough. Think about your actions before you pull the trigger, thrust the knife or throw the punch. Respect to all those who try to stop these evil crimes and incidents, civilians and those in uniform. The line between war and chaos and peace and stability is a fine one.

I dedicate this book to all those have lost their lives to the futility of gun, knife and other violence, for whatever reason. And also to those who are left behind to pick up the pieces after the awful events, be it loved ones or friends. May the dead Rest In Peace and the living continue to live in the hope that things will get better in the future. If not war will engulf our streets and all of us and then our hope was futile and pointless.

Nick Armbrister  

Futility Section

Futility 

This is a narrative of events and some fiction, I saw an incident and it resonated in my head, one thought came to me. Only a country’s armed forces should be allowed guns and knives, in no way should such weapons be allowed on the streets. What brought on this view? I saw a man who had been shot and who was dying, I heard his wife scream for help, I saw a car speed away, I heard two bangs all thrown together in my shocked mind in a cacophony of evil deeds that will be with me forever. I’m confused though, why the bangs after the car went? I hope I don’t get flashbacks. I must help educate people on this issue of murder by firearm or knife, how unacceptable it is. Also this can tie in with the loss of Sophie Lancaster two summers ago, a lovely gothic lady who was killed for being alternative defending her boyfriend. The words SOPHIE tell it all – STAMP OUT PREJEDICE HATRED INTOLERANCE EVERYWHERE. Now weapon use on our streets can be added to this cause and any other evil act done by people for whatever reason with illegal lethal weapons. Through my writing I can help make a difference and help people realise that if you aim and fire a loaded gun at a person you will kill them and be on a murder rap; it’s not a water pistol full of water, you’ve got a 9mm bullet and will end a life, period. I was walking back from the pub after a boring night out, early coz my heart wasn’t in it. I was not very drunk and could walk straight rather than staggering down the road.

I feel the last part of my innocence went away from me on that late summer evening, call it my 911 to be over dramatic but it’s just that. A hysterical wife, whose husband was dying not a yard from me, affected me quite a lot and I have to live with her screams. If only I could have helped and done more. If only… but life doesn’t work like that, if is just that, one of the many variations that could happen but didn’t happen. Do I feel any better living with her screams or seeing her husband dying on the floor, knowing two men have been caught less than thirty-six hours later for the hideous crime? My answer has to be yes and I want the bastards to burn in hell for leaving a wife a widow and her two kids fatherless. Some things should not be seen or happen at all, this was one event I got caught up in by fate. I ask fate why I was picked on that dark night to be part of this wicked awful real life drama. I don’t think I’ll never know but I accept my role in it by fate and that alone, I did my best. I’d do it again and I’d like to think anyone else would too, your duty as a good person and all that. If this is what coppers and ambulance people see in their jobs, they can keep their jobs coz I never want to do that job and experience that, even if it involves saving people and helping them. That’s enough, what goes with it entails things above what I can try to deal with. How do they deal with it? The medics were very calm that Friday night, they were trained to do a most difficult and dangerous job. I was asked on the phone is it safe to send the medics? Yes I replied, not knowing where the gunman was, still around? We could all be the next targets; I could for being there, for being a witness.

Days later after that awful weekend that changed my life forever, totally overshadowing my own personal problems with the woman I was involved with and having no job, I felt the make up of things had changed in many ways inside me, that I hardly understand. I do know my own problems are nothing compared to the problems people have like losing their husband. I vowed myself to be a better person and not to cause undue trouble in life. Will I be able to stay true to this new vocation I set myself or is it because I’m in shock at seeing a murder? My father says the trauma will pass and the edge will go. He was a copper back in the day, real old skool. You come to Oldham and kick off, you’ll get a real fuckin’ hammerin.’ Not like today, all forms and paperwork and no tough and ruff ‘em police. How would my father deal with the men who shot dead a defenceless husband? I can’t answer that.

I know that I’ve not been sleeping in the aftermath of the attack, at night bad images kept me awake – haunting me? Her screams piercing the still night air. The shot man moving after a few minutes, though he was out of it, his eyes closed unaware of what was happening, I hope. I’m glad I saw no blood flowing onto the floor, no bullet hole deep into his body, brains splattered on the wall or actually saw him shot by the shooter to fall down mortally wounded. How would I be after witnessing that awful little list of evil? What if that pistol was turned on to me? Terror belongs to the night stopping my sleep in the night hours, I sleep from 6am to 2pm like I did the night shift but I do no job, no I suffer the trauma of events from the night a few days ago. I’m going to write this story to say no more guns and also knives on our streets, even though this is a war. I saw a casualty of war Friday night; his family suffer the collateral damage. I see the flash backs, in no way as bad as their loss. The only people who should be allowed these powerful terrible weapons should be the military, that bit is clear to me. Is it possible to remove every weapon from our streets? What do you think?

I know all about guns, I’ve seen the films to know which end to shoot. I know that there are different types of handguns like revolvers that take six bullets in a revolving chamber; these weapons date back to the days of the cowboys. Then there are the pistols with a magazine in the handle, a more modern design with more bullets dishing out more death. The modern guns take up to fourteen bullets in two rows of seven in their boxy magazines in the handle. Some even fire on fully automatic just like the larger machine pistols (and these can spit out over a thousand nine millimetre bullets a minute). Truly wicked inventions very well designed and with one purpose in mind, to kill and maim. Mankind certainly made an invention to please the Devil, this time with easy death and tragic traumatic after affects lasting a lifetime for witnesses and family members.

Another shooting in a different part of my town, a few weeks before this event I witnessed, used one of the most deadly and over designed machine pistols ever invented – the Mac-10. This can fire 1,200 bullets a minute but the mag only holds thirty. I saw a picture in the paper with coloured markers indicating where the small bullets had fallen around a man. I counted many markers. The rest of the shots would have hit him, I imagine killing him instantly. Both events may be linked with the usual suspect words thrown in, drugs, gangs, tit for tat killing. Even if both murders are linked, I say enough is enough. Yes, drugs are bad and need to be eradicated by the authorities in whatever way they can, from the poppy fields of Afghanistan or the jungles of Columbia to the streets of our towns and cities. Remove the guns and knives, break up the gangs, stop young people joining gangs which give them a sense of belonging, an alternative family, a feeling of power and respect between members and other gangs and lastly, gives them access to the weapons of war, guns and knives of ferocious power.

I imagine the guy I saw immediately after he was shot didn’t suffer much but I can’t be sure, only the medical staff, people there before I was on scene and of course God, can be sure. With two men in the cop shop being questioned, that is a good result but the event should never have happened, just like each murder and attack should never have gone down ending lives and tearing families apart. Enough is enough in this vicious war. To me it looks like everyone has a story and knows someone who has been a victim of violence in every built up area in the country.

I talked to my forklift truck instructor who was a marine for twenty-five years, he said put the event at the back of my mind don’t keep thinking about it. He’s right. I told my artist friend when I saw her, wearing her lovely green dress and green eyeliner, a real English lady. She was shocked when I told her and how I’m trying to move on after this awful event. I hope time sorts it out. The marine explained the need to look to the future but how such incidents can come back months in the future. It all depends on the individual. I hope I’m over it and that is that. I’d help someone again. I’m not selfish. I’d put my own safety aside and enter danger to try to help. I know my own danger and flashbacks will be the cost of such a foray by myself. What would my witch friend Juniper’s Daughter do? Let’s find out… 

Hell Fire Fairies 

Stacy was a girl who was just like any other; she had nice long light brown hair and grey eyes that were full of intelligence and life. She was a tall captivating lady with a full figure and ample assets, not too big. She caught the attention of a guy quite early on in her life. His name was Nigel; he was only two inches taller than her and of equal intelligence and creativity. He was an author, matching her career as an artist. Both were the best in their fields and had made considerable money from their endeavours. Neither was materialistic, both lived for one another and the simple joy of being together and unconditional love. For five years they had been couple and they were planning a pagan hand fasting wedding the next summer, it had to be right and just for them. Something very special to remember that day bringing them closer together, the start of the rest of their young lives joined as one. Both had the same tattoos on their left arms, a dark fairy with the words Hell Fire Fairies delicately inked on by their local tattooist.

Stacy’s grey eyes sparkled when she greeted Nigel when she came home from teaching part time at the local college. Stacy smiled, holding Nigel’s gaze. She walked over and embraced her lover, kissing him slow and passionately on his lips. He didn’t mind this break in writing his new gothic horror story on the computer, a follow up to his two earlier best selling books. His hand found her waste pulling her closer towards him. Slowly he moved it down the back of her light weight summer skirt feeling her firm backside under the delicate expensive material. Onto her thighs, which were seductively visible in the bright daylight, an inviting outline. Quickly he ran his hand lower up to her lower legs and lifted the skirt like a spring breeze. He smiled and kissed his bride again, enjoying the timeless moment, bringing his hand up the smooth flawless flesh of her upper legs. He groaned in ecstasy, this was his most favourite place leading to somewhere even better but Nigel was a legs man first and foremost. And Stacy had superb legs; she moaned gently leaning on him as he caressed her legs in gentle circles, turning her on. For minutes he did this, she leaned into him kissing him and then she sat down on top of him on the computer chair. His hand remained where it was between her luscious legs. Getting comfy, she kissed her man deeply with tongues hers meeting his, exchanging spit as Nigel called it!

No words had been spoken since she returned from teaching; none needed to be, love crossed all boundaries, especially unconditional love. And this is what this couple had in abundance. Both were very alternative, not just in their creative careers, being tattooed and into gothic/alternative music, they were pagans and absolutely worshipped nature and her environment, one hundred percent. Their passion for earth based matters was only exceeded by their love and commitment for one another.