New story up! This tiny tale of terror isn’t very long, but it sure is satisfying. Enter the roaring twenties with Betty, whose sarsaparilla does the job of making her some quick cash, and all the boys are just dying for it, mainly because it’s laced with arsenic.
You can read this little gem of comeuppance for a real snake in the grass here:
Mr. Marlott has a background in psychology and classic literature, and he enjoys literature of all types and genres. Mr. Marlott lives somewhere within the United States, has two Gen-Z children, and enjoys telling stories to anyone who will listen.
You can read my short horror stories on my site, bloodytwine.com.
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