Octreyvian Killian
Stories (3/0)
Be the Best Pet Sitter
If you like animals, then pet care can be an enjoyable way to make extra money. I pet sat for many years getting underpaid and struggling to find clients until I found Rover. Rover is a service that does all my advertising for me and it provides insurance so that if anything goes wrong, Rover works to make it right either for me or the pet owner. If I didn’t use Rover, these services would likely cost me more than the 20% that they charge. I am a 5-star pet sitter on the platform; this is how I do it from meet and greet to leaving the animals.
By Octreyvian Killian3 years ago in Lifehack
Ferdinand
My grandfather was always a strange man. He was sentimental and practical; traits that usually conflict, but he used it to tinker and brought new purpose to things that he cared about. The old barn was one of those things. By the time I was alive, it could barely be called a barn anymore. The old wood roof had been replaced with one of tin. It only had its west-facing wall, but that too had been replaced with particleboard. Even the animals once kept inside were long gone, replaced by broken lawnmowers and boats made out of hope and duct tape. Only the sturdy pine pillars survived from its original construction. We called that old shack 'the boat barn' when I was growing up; but when my father was young, it served a different purpose; it was home to Ferdinand.
By Octreyvian Killian3 years ago in Fiction
The Best Life in Lowton
The fire cracked and popped in the broken and crumbled hearth. A child swaddled themself in a tattered blanket against the chill of the drafty shack while smoke from the burning refuse stung the eyes and cloyed at the nostrils. The crackles and pops of the fire disrupted the whistling of the wind through the broken walls and the low rumble of hunger that coursed through the girl. Outside on the streets, people scurried past in the night, with their heads cast down as they hurried about their business. The girl shivered and shifted closer to the sputtering fire and stared into the flames hoping that the noises and hunger would burn away if she gazed long and hard enough. Despite the smoke stinging her eyes as she watched the flames, something stirred in her stomach. At first, she thought it was just hunger, but there was something different about it. It felt familiar and new at the same time, like a secret she had forgotten.
By Octreyvian Killian3 years ago in Fiction