Marcel St. Pierre | writer. producer. comedian. mammal.
Marcel St. Pierre Carswain’s eyes opened to mere slits but saw the room was still revolving. He closed them again and drifted off to a fitful sleep. He dreamed of loping through the desert. He was naked. He was being chased by a coyote. He was a jackrabbit. As the jaws of the coyote snagged his tail he … Read more
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