Marcel St. Pierre

Gord noticed a little smudge of paste on his doorstep as he was leaving for work. As usual, his hands were full with keys, the newspaper and his travel mug of coffee, but as he turned to fumblingly lock the door and leave for the day, he’d felt something sticky under his feet and there, … Read more

Breaking through the forest and into a clearing, Prinderp found himself at the edge of a great precipice, hundreds of feet above an angry, black sea. Cornered as he was by the the Nazgul, Prinderp knew he needed a plan and he needed it quickly. Could he jump? It was an insane proposition, for he … Read more

Nard’s fist flew at Noord’s face like a guided missile. Noord dodged like a ninja, jabbing back like a drill, but – like a jilted Kmart Blue Light Special shopper – his returned fist-fire found no purchase. Like most people, Noord didn’t like fighting, but, like many before him in this Esso parking lot, there … Read more