The first shark arrived within minutes.
Corn rows witnessed a deadly harvest.
*Also known as Antietam in Union-centric histories.
Marty chained the auditorium doors shut.
For the buzzards, a legendary feast.
Emil shook the powder into the machine, hands trembling. “It tastes just like almonds, nobody will notice,” he muttered to himself.
He put out a sign, “Ice Cold Shakes $1”. The fair-goers lined up for hours.
He saved the last one for himself, then wrote his note. Eternal infamy beckoned.