Moving – My First Job – A Published Book

Hey everybody. It’s been a few years!

I recently moved out of Connecticut and I’ve been living nearby Ludington, Michigan (in a trailer!!) for a couple weeks now. I’ve made plans to move into an Apartment when I can afford the rent.

Anyway, I signed up with Manpower and they immediately put me to work. The job market is pretty rich up here! Guess not many people really want to work?? Most of the kids who get out of school just wanna leave.

I mean, it is a small town! I suppose that makes some sense.

I’ve been happier up here than I’ve been the past two years or so. My first job lasted exactly one day.

They had me lifting big 50 pound bags of road salt– the kind you use to melt snow! It was a REALLY physically demanding job. I wasn’t sure I was gonna be able to do it, and after three-four hours it became pretty apparent that nope! I need a lil more muscle.  The people were nice. It was a fun experience even if my back is kinda out for the day. I’m happy I decided to go for it, and happy to be working again.

So tomorrow I’ve got another job lined up and I’m expecting that to be pretty fun. I’m gonna be writing a good deal in my freetime. If I finish anything substantial and free I’ll post it here!

Now… about my book.

I wrote a book! It’s called The Soul Keepers and it’s available on Amazon Kindle (or you can read it with the free kindle app for your computer) for two US dollars and ninety nine cents. (2.99$).

It’s a soft science fiction / fantasy collection from the perspective of three vastly different aliens on an alien planet and the way their paths cross as they try to make their world a better place. The stories have broader themes of change, hope and love, and they were a lot of fun to write.

If you give the collection a read and a buy, thank you! Consider leaving a review or telling your reader friends!

That’s all I got for now. Here’s the link to the story collection: The Soul Keepers

 

Talk atcha all later.

-Sam Oliver (Eris)

 

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Poem: A Broken Shard of My Past

Shattered and cast

away drifting and broken

lies a shattered

glistening red

shard

of my past

 

Stolen from the air like a thought

yet unspoken

lies a wet broken piece

of a heart

I once lost

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Short Story Challenge #6: Shadow

The key clicks as it twists in the lock, stone on metal and then, as the door swings open, metal through air, softer than silence. No thief is the girl who slips inside of the room beyond, no common rogue or crook, yet she walks like one. She looks like one as well, her face wan and thin, her skinny– more skinny than slender– bones framing a figure that no one would ever look at twice, or possibly even once.

The dark is completely gone in this room, the dank atmosphere of the surrounding dungeon obliterated by blindingly hot white lights. In the center of the room it lies, waiting for her. In fact, it sits there, cold and shivering in the dazzlement, blinking, too, putting its hands to its face. The girl, who is most certainly not a thief, looks around for the source of the light, ignoring the form, ignoring the way its ears perk up when it sees her. She finds the source at the top of the domed ceiling, and it looks back down at her, its blinding iris flaring white and red, making spots dance before her eyes. She would curse, but to curse brings bad luck. Continue reading

Poem: Promises, Promises

Promises, Promises

An oath poem by Sam Oliver [Eris]

 

I promise this

And that

Without thought, rhyme or reason

Without thinking about it

For too hard or too long

Or deep into a season

Because I am just me my love

I won’t stay this way for long

But here are some promises

I think I will set down

For you

 

I promise that I love you

Standing here

Sitting here

Thinking of all those

Who I gave my love before

Thinking of the ones

I know that I adore

Beyond a doubt

Beyond a whisper

No a shadow

No a shade

of a doubt

in my mind

 

I promise that I’ll hear you

Hear you sing

Hear you cry

Wait with you

Stay with you

When everything is

Awry

Listen to your heart

Beating in your chest

Lying there

With you even as I’m

Without you

 

I promise that I’ll see you

When no one else can watch

Eyes taking in

The scars of sin-

yours and mine-

That others might just shun

I promise, love

I promise

That I will never run

 

I promise it doesn’t matter

If you want me boy or girl

I’ll be either

I’ll be neither

Or give them both a whirl

 

I promise I don’t care

If neither makes you spin

In a circle

On your toes

Watching me, teasing me

With do’s and don’t’s

I know I shouldn’t listen

To

but do I, don’t I

doesn’t matter

As long as I’m with

You

 

I promise I don’t mind

That you aren’t the neatest love

That you don’t clean up your room

That you can’t see clouds above

For the stars all in your head

Painting your mind green

I love the color anyway

Because it is a sheen

That reminds me

Of you

 

I promise that I’ll be there

No matter what you see

By your side

Along for the ride

So long as you’ll let me

 

I promise I’ll sing with you

When your heart cries out

Tolerate your tuneless hum

And listen to you shout

The chorus in the song of life

The good and so the bad

I promise that I love you, dear

You’re all that I have had

Can have

And want

 

And you are many people, love

Plain as it can be

I promise that I love you so

But please now listen

To me

I know that I am not the best

The most stable or most kind

But I’ll be here

For to draw near

Should you ever need my mind

And soul.

 

 

 

 

© 2012 Sam Oliver [Eris]

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Annnd the first poem I write after turning twenty one? I promise it isn’t a love poem. I totally, totally promise.

I’m an awful liar. It’s an oath of sorts, in and of itself, and quite personal this time. I know that the subject of loving more than one person is itself a hotly debated topic, so I’m going to say nothing about that. Officially I suppose I’m dating no one. My relationships tend to stay online, and I’m told that (it’s a load of horse apples, really) physical intimacy is a requirement for actual dating to take place. Unofficially, I’m in love with, oh, everyone. I love meeting people, I love learning about them and listening to them, and I love talking to them with a passion. Honest and for truly.

And it’s a unique love for everyone I meet. I suppose that’s fitting- every single person is different. It’s really neat to see all the different types there are and to meet, talk to and cuddle with people is pretty awesome.

It helps that it’s unconditional. Oh, sometimes I’d really LIKE someone in particular to love me back, but if it comes down to it, it’s really not my choice at all. Love will strike who and what it likes. Forcing it has never led me to anything but pain in the past [Though actually, that’s going by Empirical Probability. Just because I’ve never had a good experience with trying to force love doesn’t mean it couldn’t theoretically happen, according to my math professor.] And I can talk about that in another post. ❤ Anyway, I hope someone somewhere out there could connect with something somewhere in this poem or post. ‘n if you couldn’t, I’d just like to apologize in this heartfelt manner (No, seriously!):

I’m sorry. I’ll do better next time.

<3s,
-Eris

PS:

In unrelated news, apparently I am just as ambiguous in my language THIS year as I have been ALL THE REST OF THE YEARS. No one is surprised. No, not even me this time.

Poem: Sibling – Soulmate

Sibling – Soulmate

A dual-form freeverse poem by Sam Oliver [Eris]

 

Love sings down

Like a crown

On the field

Rustling through every

Leaf

 

The trees all around

Like grass in the town

Surrounded by buildings

But not really

Here

 

Together in stars

In hearts and the bars

Of light that shine out

From the sky

 

Together in part

By silver and soul

Together and never

Do we die

 

My world is ablaze

Like sunset

Like glaze, the light that reflects

In a silvered soft shine

 

Untouched here by

Slivers of fear

Or sought out by hate

Ridden hard to the gate

That now they will find

Quite closed

 

We don’t need their pain

Or their lust

Or the plainness

The petty contempt that they serve

We just have eachother

Like sisters, like brothers

Like siblings together

 

We cling-

We hope-

We hold-

and we love,

but we

are one

and the same.

 

 

©2012 Sam Oliver [Eris]

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I love poetry.

-Eris