Marcel St. Pierre | writer. producer. comedian. mammal.
Even Grant was surprised at how hard he’d just vomited. He’d hit the bottle hard for the last couple days, celebrating his divorce. A new lease on life! Ding, dong, the witch is gone! What had started as a few drinks with a few remaining friends had escalated into an all-night bender of truly bacchian … Read more
Deep into his rum, Gleeb Stinge had no idea how long the sled dogs had been barking. But he was acutely aware of it now, and the warm fuzzies he’d emptied out of the bottle quickly snapped into sharp focus. The barking was urgent; he reached for his rifle and went to the window. He … Read more
Long ago, over the village of Hnyørk, fingers of lightning and a single thunderclap heralded the arrival of a cylinder that dropped screaming from the sky into the village pigsty. Made of the finest, brightest metal that surely no earthly smith had forged, none could make sense of the strange markings: LOCKHEED X12. But Erik … Read more