Marcel St. Pierre | writer. producer. comedian. mammal.
He’d had a head cold for several days, a real lurker; the kind that left you breathing fine but every few hours you’d get a cold sweat and dizzy spell. So Glurph decided to stay home from work for the day. He was feeling marginally better after a little bit of sleeping in, some warm … Read more
Harrigan Tarmac had spent the better part of the day at the Generic City Mall and made his way to the underground parking, his arms overflowing with gift boxes. He was proud of himself. He’d gotten his shopping done early, and everyone was getting what they wanted. He loved Christmas surprises, and he hoped he … Read more
Pierre looked along the shoreline for just the perfect sort of throwing stone. He had many qualities he was looking for in this throwing stone, and he said those aloud to all the stones at his feet. “I want a stone that is neither pumice nor quartz,” he said. “For pumice is too airy, and … Read more