Flash Pulp - The Skinner Co. Network

Mukki remembered the day with the crystal clear clarity afforded someone who repeats a story often.

Cal was close behind, each footstep landing with a muttered curse until his breathing became too laboured to maintain his profanities.

He’d crept from his bedroom and padded down the hall.

It was a madman at the helm.

Join the Chrononauts as they find themselves contending with a familiar silhouette.

The anti-government paranoia that grew throughout the 1990s was a boon to Mukki’s research.

Hari couldn’t quite say why, but he felt a little stupid.

Mukki thought he’d fallen asleep in his new house.

Despite at least an hour of steady work, they’d made it only as far as the husk of Calvin’s car.

Tonight, as is tradition, some holiday fear.

Join the Chrononauts as they get together with Dorothy and the girls for some holiday cheer.

William’s waking moments held a steady rhythm for many months.

Join the Chrononauts as they discover a different sort of jolly fellow crawling down the chimney.

Gord had fallen asleep at some point. This troubled him.

The town was burning, and somewhere within one of the sets of blazing walls a phone had begun to ring.

Myriam had little patience left for Calvin’s nonsense, and yet his litany of complaints seemed to grow with every step.

Tonight, as is tradition, a ghost story.

Join the Chrononauts as they discover there was originally a third alien beyond Kang and Kodos

Despite the distance he’d travelled, despite the years he’d waited, Mukki found himself fighting the urge to sprint from the shore.

In which Skinner Co. discovers the worst Hitchcock movie they have ever seen