Marcel St. Pierre | writer. producer. comedian. mammal.
Hazy blue skies looked down upon the congested lanes of long-weekend snaking their way towards cottage country. In the backseat of his parents’ van, 13-year old Ramper Djolt looked out the window. In the next lane was a rusty, black Nissan. The driver was a giant potato, and it was looking right at him. Ramper’s … Read more
Gram had never noticed this kiosk before. It was stark white, with a tiny placard bearing the word KIOSK. Curious, he stopped in front of it. “Nghah!” said the woman at the kiosk, startled at Gram’s sudden presence. “Frghsh!” snorted Gram, startled not only by her own sudden appearance, but at her appearance in general. … Read more
No one knew where the bear had come from, but a crowd had gathered at the baggage carousels at Toronto Pearson Terminal 3 to watch. The bear, dressed in a suit and tie, sat amidst the luggage, sadly jostled by various articles dropping from the top feeder as it travelled around the track, before it … Read more