Flash Pulp - The Skinner Co. Network

In which Skinner Co. hears a Jr. Exec swear for the first time

In which Skinner Co. discovers the best black and white film Stella has ever seen

He’d been reduced to riffling through his memory for nonsense trivia and unlikely anxieties to keep himself awake.

In which Skinner Co. suggests Sir Kenneth Branagh should just chill already

In which Skinner Co. finds a gooey fiend oozing into their hearts

In which Skinner Co. goes in search of the Vern of Jessica's childhood.

In which Skinner Co. warm themselves with some '80s comfort food.

In which Skinner Co. is reminded why this pre-code film is a classic

In which Skinner Co. stands divided on a house in need of a family

Join the Chrononauts as they take in a questionable Canadian classic.

In which Skinner Co. unmasks a classy mad scientist flick from the 1960s

The land had been soured for him, yet he couldn’t seem to leave.

In which Skinner Co. accidentally watches a better movie than expected.

In which Skinner Co. kicks off this year's festivities with a lowkey indy flick.

It was tempting to trade off the spear for a bit - tempting to hand it to Calvin and let him hunch in wait, but the thought was tempered by her memory of the monster; of its face split and its slabs of fangs exposed.

Mukki stood on Pebble Beach and took the weight of the flat rock in his hand.

There wasn’t much of a world for quite a while. Panic had gotten him - panic had gnawed at his calf muscle, panic had laid him out.

Join the Chrononauts as they encounter a pretentious law-breaking bear.

It was a long bus ride, and the lumbering gray beast stopped regularly

The thin silver line of fear that ran along her spine, mimicking the chill of the cold wall, would help keep her awake.