Connor Bichelmeyer
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Writer, compassionate, and author of two books. Also just a guy that loves hugs :D
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Kansan-Mart: Part 2
Soul Suckin’ Psycho 9:30 PM - Cole stood at the regular register waiting for any last customers for the night. After waiting for another five minutes, nobody bothered to come up. He looked over at Jim, who oversaw everyone like a watchdog. Cole thought he always looked kind of lonely, since he kept his head down for seventy percent of the time.
By Connor Bichelmeyer4 years ago in Fiction
Kansan-Mart: Part 1
Hiring! Local Kansan-Mart is hiring Cashiers with a starting pay of 12 dollars an hour! Both experienced and inexperienced. Must be sixteen years of age minimum and willing to work nights. Apply in-store or online. Come be a part of the Kansan-Mart team and help bring our slogan to life! Kansan-Mart: We Beat it or Wheat it!
By Connor Bichelmeyer4 years ago in Fiction
Bullseye!
1 When I stood outside on my porch and waited for Brody to show up, I counted the cars passing by on the highway. One. A good thirty seconds would pass. Two. Three. Another ten. Four. It was very entertaining, especially during the quarantine days. I remembered how strange it was to see no cars pass by when we were all forced into lockdown because of the Coronavirus. As everyone said, it was Groundhog Day over and over again with those days. Gas prices dropped to the lowest I’d ever seen them and while it was great that gas was that low, at the same time, there wasn’t anything to do in the world besides sit in the house and watch TV or stare at the ceiling in boredom.
By Connor Bichelmeyer4 years ago in Humans
Walk of Greed
My eyes quiver open and a pain grasps my neck. “Hello?” I call into the gloom ahead. Nothing answers. I look down and realize I’m sitting, my legs engulfed under a thick fog. So thick, I could not even see them. The first thought that appeared was, is this what I think it is? The total darkness surrounding me was like the ashes from a volcano gravitating down upon eruption. My hands rise from under the fog beneath me. On my right, I hold my black notebook. My eyes wanted to fall out.
By Connor Bichelmeyer5 years ago in Horror
