Marcel St. Pierre | writer. producer. comedian. mammal.
It was something out of a Jack London novel. The world had suddenly turned white; and Russell now had no clue where he was going. He’d been snowshoeing right behind his girlfriend. They’d seen the cottage at the far end of the open field, just a few kilometers away. But now – he was alone … Read more
“Pizza!” said the voice on the intercom, giving Haudrey no pause to admit the person buzzing entry into her building. But when the door opened, she found a tall, dark featured man glowering at her, his twitching hands gloved and hanging at his side. “My goodness,” she said. “You’ve startled me.” “Have aye?” he replied. … Read more
The weirdo in the toque came out of the shadows at the entrance to the alleyway. “Hey,” he said to mild-mannered Limbton Milquetoaste as he walked by. “You looking for fun?” Although he usually avoided such invitations, especially from smelly men like this one, Limbton had just taken his third class in improvisation, and he … Read more