Marcel St. Pierre | writer. producer. comedian. mammal.
“Next?” said the bank teller. A large man approached the counter. He was dressed in feathers, skins and furs of various animals, and an alarm clock dangled from his golden neck chain. His beard was braided, beaded and dyed in competing hues. Atop his headdress sat a stern, ornately saddled great horned owl, and on … Read more
The writer stared at a blank sheet of paper. The blank sheet of paper stared back at the writer. And thus began the third day of the writer’s foray into writing his next short story, after four weeks’ procrastination, researching, browsing and then purchasing the right weight of paper, and now it had come down … Read more
And just like that, the car went into a skid, and Ben Creosote’s world became a slow-motion slideshow. The bottle-spin trajectory of the Yaris would without a doubt place the middle part of the car underneath the tractor-trailer to his right. Ben had precious few seconds to think. He heard the blast of the transport … Read more