Marcel St. Pierre | writer. producer. comedian. mammal.
Peeking over the edge of the overturned living room coffee-table into the kitchen, Hortch watched the cola can spinning on the counter, spitting molten lava and smoke. “Hortch, do something!” yelled the cat, who Hortch was quite certain had never spoken to him before – a detail he took note of, but filed under ‘LATER’. … Read more
On Sundays, Gwen Dilken always took Horta, her dove, down to the off-leash dove park. There, dove owners could take off their dove’s leashes and let them fly freely. She nodded and smiled at another woman she recognized who was leaving with her dove, saying “Hi, there, how’s Binky?” in that way all dove owners … Read more
Gary came to, and slowly realized he was hanging upside down. He undid the seatbelt and fell to the ceiling of the car, which of course, was on the ground. Strangely, he felt no pain, and all was bathed in white light. He became aware of a ticking sound as a pocketwatch floated towards him. … Read more