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The porcelain structure beneath its transparent, multi-faceted skin flaps, glowed like the oil-laden breast of the fire swallow. We had our brushes with them in the past, usually hiding just before we were seen. This time, we were not so fortunate. Its attention had been completely drawn by our cheese sandwiches, drenched with these saucy…

A large crease appeared. Metal stretching along its head, down the neck, seams splitting, pins snapping. The cold kept the air still, sound pounding from the cavern through the chest, when the fur inside opened the machines hollow cavities and engulfed these links. Pat Presley – Beautiful environments with everything from concept ships and vehicles…

It was a long corridor woven with vines and beast furs, damp yet glittered with the lightening all around. Who would they find? The one they sought. Dry, old, stacked between the vines and threads of times feeding on the sap of these links. Tianhua Xu – Odd creatures and trees, but mostly the trees…

They rose from the deep, tentacles swollen with bladdered ink fistulas bursting against the rays of a morning sun. What brought them forth was exactly what you might think. Angry gurgles from the lower nostrils of a struggling Serpent Sea baby, caught in the tendrils of these links. Yuri Shwedoff – Trying to take in the awesome…

It rains, and the thunder collapses. Wiry threads of grass, crumple across its back, small actuators and the glow from multiple lenses glistening with the light of dawn. They use to be covered in fur, whiskers twitching, but… well, they learned, adapted, changed their paws, their bodies, their eyes, waiting for something to pass by,…

There exists a hole that one may venture through, but finding it few have done. It’s only seen when water drips across the opening at half past the day of songs, but that day is unknown. The only ones who would know when it is and see the light pass through, would be the ones…

When the wind took our white knuckle fears, rapscallions of the air, nurtured on the updrafts, while stole away we lay in an aft cargo bay, living on rationed water and taro root, pistols at the ready to deliver these links. Dmitry Vishnevsky – Amazing set of environments and plenty process videos that shows you…

A wind blew that hadn’t since the days we bore through the outer hull. Long before it was but metal clanks, a photo and endless picking at the wall with frozen roaches that fell from the ceiling. The years were long, but a friend to the rust. And the day we broke free, we were…

He was a wee titmouse with an apple and a bag of cracked corn. A long journey lay ahead, fortunate to have a new mechanical leg to replace the squirrel-bone stump he recovered from a skin after the great battle. He was more robot than mouse, he thought as the sun gleamed off his forearm,…

A small plan hatched from beneath an elderberry tree. The five had their suits, goggles, razor loaded pulse rifles and a penchant for adventure. Once aboard the carrier high overhead, their vein implants would take over. They would never look the same again, but neither would their attackers after a few blasts from these links.…

A little troll in green pajamas, ate a raisin biscuit. Atop a box in too big socks and sitting on mouse, he dreamed of jars, of capturing stars and mixing them with these links. Nicolas Bouvier – Could share every bit of his work in this one post. So much awesome with an incredibly diverse…

When the form took shape in the back of the latched, palm-leaf hutch, the entire building shuddered. It was more massive than the last with every bit the desire to escape its confines. Yet, for no longer than the hop of a flightless bird, did the fear overwhelm us, when flanking it appeared, the pawed…

The flares flew, hitting against the fiber shell of our helmets. Sparks fell like the bright casts of rake beetles after sipping warm lava from a rock mop bucket. The faces of the others were shaken by the continuous pelting. We were not sure if it would let up, but finally our face flabs forced…

‘Wow,’ it said in an electronic voice close to the noise one makes when burned with a hot flask of fermented herring. We were shocked. First, that it spoke, or seemed to. Then, that it picked up a flute and started playing these links. Col Price – So many wonderful concept ships, including drones and…

Once the cups had been organized by color, we were able to jump between them, hiding within their colored glass shells, looking over the edges to see if they were coming. Worn and weary, night fell, the light of the moon scattering through the walls. There inside, waiting, we realized they were surrounding us the…

When the thin wood slipped back beneath the water, pools of white gravy formed where pins fell from its mashed metallic underbelly. We could use our flares now, but would it just warm the mash or beckon these links to finally assemble and win the day? Donglu Yu – From oceandepths and alleyways to mountaintop…

The crushing smell of red pepper flakes pushed our heads against the grass and the leaves into the air. When we saw them, we knew they were not ordinary ditch rabbits. No, their goggles, whittled staves and flack jackets told otherwise. They were all too familiar with the red pepper whispers and were able to…

The tickle came not from the left, but from the right, along the edge of the ear then into the canal. Once the tail disappeared, so did the tickles. All went quiet, then the ringing, then the bark of a garden eel discussing time-lapsed photography theory in his subconscious. It was all he could do…

The container was split. All but two poured out, staying inside to ingest the remains. Every jar in the warehouse was infected. More came falling from the rafters, their furry fingers caked in five kind of frosting furiously devoured. The children, shocked by the scene could only do one thing now–summon the blazing heat of…

They brandished their coils, sharp, fearsome, dripping with the ink of ages. A nonlethal threat should they dry, buy nay, not a day past without a letter, a sketch, a note. The scribbles shook foundations built on stale fears, twisted tales and blinded thought. Never would they fall, with pens enchanted by these links. David…

When you’ve thrown all the plates and have begun tossing furballs laden with gum and colorful candies, you shouldn’t be surprised if they come flying back at you. For the beast, he does not like the candies, nor the gum. Why is this particularly upsetting to him? Why, for the simple reason they lack the…

There they were, five of the baby yak mice walking along the stream, the wind blowing their wispy beards, not a care in the world, and yet is was such a tiny world, sealed off by an invisible border, flat by all accounts with an atmosphere red with plant gases weed spore, emanating from the…

The chill was a jagged bolt that cut through the air. Many had fallen on that frozen grass, snowflakes and men, still to this day. Most had expressions of, “Get me a mug of chicken soup, it’s cold!” While others seemed caught by the explosion of ice that created the scene, blasting from the mouth of a wintering…

We rode all day. The dust, the dirt, the smoke, the buzz–not the kind from drinking their fermented milk, the kind you hear even in your sleep. However, it was the best way to move about the treacherous landscape, for they were a native species, able to adapt to the elements, and take on predators,…

When the bowls fell against the ground, the silence shattered, the kicks flew and spatters of oatmeal hit those in the blast radius. Any area of exposed skin was… well, let’s just say these oats were more like oat shards, or awesome shards, because we all know to make oats awesome, all it takes is…

“Ahh! That’s remarkable!” he says. “Ahh, but did you see what happens when you pop it up like… this!” “Ahh! that is a wonderful popping thing.” And *pop* it went. “Ahh! It did it once again with the pop!!” “What happens when you slap it?” “Ahh, I don’t know.” *SLAP* *pop* “Ahh!!” Laurie Greasley -…

The land went on for miles, blocks upon blocks of earth, cobblestone and fire. But food… food was scarce. There were ways we could we could survive. To spare the unease of your conscience however, I will tell you only this. Rabbit stew is tastier with red mushroom and a side of these links. Jakub…

A look out from the starboard bow captured the tide rising against a solid metal grate, consuming the water, but bullet-riddled, tarnished by soot and salt from the escaping burst of flames at sea level, repeatedly folded by the waves and battered by these links. Piotr Jabłoński – His 2D digital paintings capture strange characters…

Combed hand and hair, the scent was unmistakably everywhere. A sound rose, and on tips, my toes. What was that crooked grin? A blanket of marmosets, scattering about and a leash attached to each. Holding the lead, the neck wrecker reached and gnawed upon these links. Mike Hill – Plenty of ships and scenes with…

Perhaps the bright lights traveled around his massive mid-rift, perhaps over his wart-ladened head. Either way, it distracted him giving us just enough time to clip the last of its feelers and activate these links. Eric Joyner – Did somebody say “donuts”? Eric Joyner just can’t stop adding a donut theme to his robot pieces.…

Crisscrossed, chased and blown by dust blasts that passed the shot of air into her legs as she sprinted by the launch ports, finding enough of the spot-haired lox’s mane aphids, the escape could be made, but quickly. For the queen had sensed the entrapment, the missing fleece fleas, summoning the drones with the sound…

“Pops a’ribbon,” he says. That’s all the cantankerous old turtle could muster once squeezed from the hole by his tiny titmouse nemesis. They could both dance, but the agile legs of the mouse were too fast. Poor turtle would have to think fast, working in imaginative use of his ukulele and, yes, these links. Pascal…

Torn into a small notch, the ribs fell, knocking against other fragments, until the light and pellets of dust scattered thin. Noise drifted through the chamber, wide open now, except for the edges of feet in the shadows and the cracking of knuckles. The cracking of knuckles–it was that which finally led to the freakish…

The push was hard. The gear, a chunk of wood that twisted with the strain on the oars. We pushed, wrapping the length of squirrel tails every tighter around the spindle, twisting, slipping and shooting poofs of fur as we fastened it back. The catapult was set, the pocket was loaded, the enemy would soon…

When going along the shingled edge, busy with squirrels and dried paths of slugs, it’s best to recall the times that you fell, the lava below, the conch shell you blow that summons the cats and the list of these links as you dove. Nick Runge – A handful of incredible hand-painted cover illustration from…

Sometime when you’re scrubbing the back of a venomous, speckle-throated platypus, you’ll notice its legs start to contract until the entire animal is a perfectly spherical fur ball with a bill. This is when you tap the bill twice, then open it to reveal these links. Aldo Katayanagi – Somewhat dark, somewhat colorful, somewhat brooding,…

The tips of ears twitched as the ground trembled and rolled. Folds of colored stone approached as if breathing days of old. And it was for, from the lungs of dust and dirt an amalgamate creature formed, fenced with sand and slivered bands, swiftly sliding, deftly slicing, into these links. Jake Parker – So much…

The lenticular chasm of shifting light made the fur around their teeth jump even closer. There were waves of them. Chirping as the foraged upon the bodies. But wait, these were not bodies at all. The crunches were the distinct sound of cabbage being devoured, devoured a mass of bunnies, possessed by these links. Cuba…

Side to side, once was all, and in the burrow it went. The clitter-clatter, putt and hull, were all the noises sent, through skin and fur, as if it heard what came from up behind, the sifting dirt and what unearthed these links for all mankind. Neil Maccormack – There’s more than meets the eye…

He was a large man of burly stature with a thick black beard, scarred hands, and piercing blue eyes…eyes that could make even the saltiest of Kracken shiver in fear. He sat us young lads down in the galley as he removed a wooden leg that bore the marks of hundreds of bloody battles and…

It reached deep, past the wharf, wrapping around bottle and bracken extending ever deeper into the Fog Gardens of Lern. More tendrils extended off of it as it passed, and more from those. They detached and began to play violin, harpsichord and washboard, setting the stage for a a light show no one yet has…

A tall, lanky figure pulled dirt and mountain toward him with each step. Black straps and lanyards whipping the air around with the black shudder of atmospheric sound reaching ever closer. Closer with a drip of fur, a dollop of molasses, repeated thousands of times within a second to form the five. The five who…

It was a hard rain that hit the side of the fence that covered its approach, but it was the color spectrum shooting from betwixt its fur-ridden mandible that woke us. Not only was color escaping its face like water into a drowned cargo hold, carrot tops and cabbage leaves were falling everywhere. It was…

Sticky, feathery little bundles with a smile. Yet, beneath their fluffy hull, lay a bony balls of stick and brier, shifting with mechanical steams that adjusted their grin and stepped them closer still. Kicking one, sent them all confused, bursting into these links. Danny Gardner – Painterly illustration from car and characters to vehicles and…

Wrapped around the spindle spire, there dripped the water clear, a fear, and a reflection of the trees that grew, yet had not been seen. Sheets flapped above the nest, where the afterburners left a faint stain of heat. Oh, the nest? Yes, the one where these links were hatched. Fred Gambino – A handful…

Often, I think back on the days when the willows bloomed, stretching beneath their branches just before being devoured by a pack of crazed yarggle brothx, I think about skin and how it holds most organs in and how I don’t have any now and how I am able to move about with ease, simply…