Marcel St. Pierre | writer. producer. comedian. mammal.
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
Georgette was present only to white noise and nothing else. It enveloped her like a blanket. Slowly, however, she became aware of the infinite reaches of her body, of her fingers, her legs, her arms and shoulders. She opened her eyes too quickly and was rewarded for her impatience with blinding white light. She snapped … Read more