Marcel St. Pierre | writer. producer. comedian. mammal.
Megan Thwap was annoyed. She was an emotional wreck. She’d lost her job, was sick in bed with a cold, and the new medication her therapist had prescribed was – unbeknownst to her – a placebo, doing absolutely nothing to calm her down. Unable to sleep, she clicked on the tv on her dresser for … Read more
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and Drank Torsten slammed on the breaks to avoid running straight into a tree. He breathed deeply to calm himself down. Had he drifted off? It was well past midnight and he’d been driving for hours. He’d decided to check into the next hotel, but this dark stretch … Read more
The doorbell chimed, and Ghurge Jones looked up from his paper. “That’s odd,” he thought, “I don’t have a doorbell.” He got up with difficulty from his easy chair, and went to his door. “Huh,” he noticing the peep-hole he’d never had before. “I don’t have a peephole.” Looking through the peep-hole, he saw a … Read more