Their arms were the strange parts. Each one of them filled with orifices shielded by an impermeable membrane. It all seemed safe, their emotionless faces even seemed somewhat welcoming, as if to say, “Don’t worry, if you come within five feet of us, our arm orifices will not open and blast you in the chest…
The shadows of the glass pane broke against the faces pushing through the blades of thick, matted grass. But the face of man they were not. Out of the soil they rose, massive albino porcupines encased in blazing orbs of blue fire, fueled by the quill-blazing power of these links. Nivanh Chanthara – New work from…
This was a case of mistaken cake ingredients. No longer was there proof enough to hold his conscience or the large bag of magical, bean flour captive over the power of a 3×5 index card. The muffin slaps must continue and the perfect instrument of mixture to keep them going were these links. Janine Rewell…
Hot towels. A whole pile of them. For a moment it took his mind off the dark corridor, the vapid steam piling against the wall and the alien horde rushing toward them. Hot towels. The creatures loved them, but if he was ever going to finish his day spa, he must make quick work of…
The table seams, seemed long and daunting, haunting the memory of a wooden beast, least you forget that is was but any beast, but a beast made of yeast and discarded parts, darts and such items that you wouldn’t toss into the kitchen sink, down the disposal where you grind up these links. Sebastien Hue…
The soft grass wrapped itself around the barbs of the icy rock face. Peeled back, frozen stares of creatures chiseled in the sudden downpour of a frigid rain extended deep into the crystal space. The glow spilling forth from behind them revealed their possession–the preserved remains of their race embedded in the neck fat of…
Tied amongst the thistle’s sleeve, yarn of red, millions of strings, flowing with the wind and steam. Only one remain quite still, looking out across the green, wondering of the sea, of sailing on a ship’s high mast to seek out this band of links. Georgi Dimitrov – Loving the sketchy lines, abstract appeal and…
Diluted mercurial bubbles rose to the shallow, floating just slightly above the surface tension, piling one atop the other with each vibration that resonated from the tune of the Elduen’s harp, driven deep into the earth, betwixt root and worm, stone and shale, albino skinks and these links. Shintaro Ohata – A seamless blend of…
Boxing through the slow rise of the dawn, of whipped beetle shells and mud piles, light drenched daisy chains of mist-covered machines and misfired casings. Of these, there was but one and, the one he was, brought the grind and haunt, the terror and taunt, which grew these vicious links. Greg Fromenteau – From ships…
The ground cover was softer than he first imagined. A dampness lit by the reflections of light breaking through eroded the shadows, leaving the traveler distracted. But just for a moment. For within the fall of a footstep, where moisture rose like steam, a click was heard, a dry reverb, and thus appeared these links.…
Kept in a crevice, between a rock and a tree, the rusted armature lay. Larger than most, it would hold eight of the smaller beings, strapped into the various controls. And somehow, for decades, they would operate on nothing else that the raw energy of these links. Oscar Ramos – The illusions and range of…
Tripping among the vines past the fence row’s corner, he pushed against the cane that attached his arm to the ground. It was a peacefull corner (minus the vines) and a place that always left the heat outside its shaded surrounding. Yet, to this day, he peered into the top of that fence post, hoping…
Peeling back the railing’s paint, the rusted mandible of the cruff mauler slivered the metallic strands of the rotted core. It just so happen she could control it from that distance, but to really gain its trust, the link would need to be severed, the face-to-face risk taken and the shudder of a decade-old memory…
She runs frantically from the herd of giant molten marshmallows chasing her through the moist mossy forest, while the moonlight peeks subtly through the pines. As she fires arrows from her crossbow over her shoulder it was clear to her that she would have to make the jump over the icy waterfall abyss–“hold steady” she…
Filtered beet juice streamed down the bark-like surface. It moved in a slightly rigid motion as mossy highlights painted its north side in the light of the winter moon. Partially frozen, it took a ladder to stand upon its root. And it was clear, upon tasting the beet juice, this creature had sipped from the…
A chime’s brilliant bell was heard throughout the land. Long, deep and full of the ages when a hundreds hands had rung the bell before. The grass and branch bent in the wave, bowing, as if to say, ‘The toller’s sound, whispers around, and brings us all these links.’ Adam Martinakis – Wow to the…
Silver tufting broke through the seams. As it peered out the window through a reflection of colors and frosted light, the snow fell gently. Silently, the tracks formed in the snow, nothing visible, yet everywhere–yes, they were here–creature torn from the belly of these links. Robo Chandler – He has a smattering of art in…
The massive yellow back of the centipedes peeled through the prairie grasses. Equipped with the latest weaponry, it was a sight to behold. A low profile saddle, grafted to its side and made from scales of the dead, held the rider. It was their fourth time out and, to this day, no one knows if…
The paper’s edge curled, gray and glowing as it blended into the surrounding darkness. The seedpods were still intact, hanging, swinging gently, by the ropes that caught the light. That was the last memory, for once the last ember fell, the seedpods split open, the deafening shrieks echoed through the chamber and out flew these…
The days dwindled. The chimes clanged. Both breeze and beeling lit upon the last leaf of the season. Looking across the land there was an eerie warmth massing piles of fog from the water bottoms. The glow was faint at first, then deep it plunged and emerged these links. Gilar – Love the use of…
The calibrators cycles on. Blackened by the smoke and yearning for home they sat, dangling their legs over the back edge of the ship, with the ground beginning to blur beneath their feet. It wouldn’t be long now. The sun was rising and the air was crisp with the silver dew of these links. Scott…
A large moon rose over the hill. On the edge of the firelight, wood shavings fell against the ground. Carving the face of a laughing horse was one thing; the one thing that could only be done with a blade sharpened by these links. Adam Kuczek – No, I can’t get enough sci-fi production paintings,…
The brush thistles lifted. The children slept atop their elephant pillows, chattering dreams of elf and sprite. Fog and seed and mossy green cushioned the sighs against the leaves. And hidden there, glowing white, with the glow of joy’s delight, these links. Feng Zhu – Page upon page of glorious concept art depicting scenes of…
The chilling victory of the Racth Chaoal had severed the crowd of their voice. Deep outside the battle torn valley, isolation thickened the fair winds with mist and settling spore. The quiet so still, it shook them loose–the tiny sprites encased in these links. Rhads – What’s not to like about epic mountain and cloudy…
The tunnel stretched out before, unraveled in the morning light fraught with moss spores lifted by the rain. To think this was the last time she would see that light left a chill. Yet one hope remained. Where ever the tunnel led, she would hold in the vile, the essence of these links. Simon Cheng…
The buzzing lights among the trees glistened on the glowing brook. Green beads and hair of white passed just beneath the branch. She had arrived and just beyond the mounds, the ships she would soon lay to waste were loading these links. Adam S. Doyle – This is how you make a few brush strokes…
It just so happened once, when the nights where long and filled with mist, that small, glowing oxen would jump the fence, and once in the air, would spread their wings to shoot laser beams, from their chins, at these links. Ian McQue – So many new and wonderful airship creations from the floating palace…
The stale air closed around. What else had they to do? Stretching out their arms, they open the door. Hundreds of blank, hungry, glazed-eyed faces staring back at them – some half-charred, others half-eaten – all, preparing to breath their last, undead breath, from the tidal blast force of these links. Simon Weaner – Oh,…
When the days of the pedestal kings came to an end, there was but one way to harvest the sill bugs. The gantry cranes erected by the sillers, once brought forth bountiful supply, and they have run for a thousand years on the essence concocted from these links. Lorenz Hideyoshi Ruwwe – Splendid illustration with…
“It’s been lying there for weeks.” That was the last they were expecting to hear. Not only had the colors of the speckled paint mongrel coated the edges and patterned indentations, they had seeped into every crevice of the deepest grain. Slicing through, we found it, the class-4 hue extrapolator powered by these links. Gianmarco…
Ten folds away from the edge we stopped. A forger had lit the beacon. Their shapes wouldn’t shift for long, but their numbers would increase. “On toward the edge!” I said. “We have but one shot with these links.” Vindictus – Not only is it a free, 3D co-op, multiplayer game, it has the badass…
Slowly, sifting, drifting and drenched, past the glistening glade he flew. Just off the scooners dark bow side, foliage, cries and beady eyes, gave rise to what may come. Yet not the air, not the fear, but one thing soaked his mind. Could he reach the den beyond, the buried lair, the silver minks? Could…
Paint peeled off the surface of its metal shell. With each footfall the blades of oat grass folded flat against the ground. And in the roots we waited. Shaken, but not unaware. Burned, but not lacking. Swinging out, heels of the charred beast visible, we fired these links. Michelle Muldrow – Department stores, Grocery isles,…
Once the creature sat up–dazed, but eyes open–we could see, much better, the type of shield it had constructed and what exactly it was wearing. Gritty, long bits of hairs, patched together from its feline victims over the years. Ours would not be part of it. One more blast to the neck and it would…
The moss was scraped from the steel. Sun hadn’t shown in this room. Moisture was a mist below the waist with nothing visible but a few flashing lights on the crumpled console. Then suddenly, the turbulent wisps dusted cold our fear. They were here. These links. Andrew Archer – A wonderous, yet surreal, mix of…
Hidden away within the thick branches of the sycamore, the boy watched. Hunting the Maliporp Mule Heen had never been easy. It was, however, the adventure that started it all. Hearkening back to the day he first stole away, out into the underbrush, never imagining he would find himself in a feeding freenzy–all of them…
Once Poppero had entered the wooded clearing, the thundering clouds rolled atop the trees, the shadows falling to the ground between the wind and golden leaves. Nothing stopped the ground from splitting, opening the rooted layers, reveling the tendrils frozen by these links. Rodrigo Enrique Luff – His moleskin sketchbook pieces (as well as his…
Crumpled against the ground, the badderhorn lay. Most of the mist had cleared. The pine knots surrounding the small hedges near the basecamp broke through the moist ground sopped with leaves of year’s past. Where smoke and fire had left its nostril, the sword lay singed, glowing with the magical metalwork from an edge sharpened…
Peeling back a large bucket of silver punch monkeys, he found the container had all but cracked open. What would he do next but stretch his neck skin across the top in hopes of containing the beasties? To do it without harm however, he would surely need to lather on these links. Six More Vodka…
The wind coursed through the open breezeway. Diamond dust sparkling against the vine-laden floor. The scar it left slowed time. Had it really taken the buttered hams? All of them? Fearsome indeed. Likely there were more, but they were not going anywhere until they loaded their weapons and sharpened these links. Jan Ditlev – Not…
Leaping past the flowering green, he dove. The mist rose around. Even though the grass was deep, the craft’s anti-shields blew the blades back in an boling wake of steam. Trailing fast the speeders came, and then the chance to jump. The ship would hold the mystery and surely reveal the source of these links.…
Long ago, in the days of darkness, a mystery shrouded the land. The ships rising off the surface gently with but a vibration and then a crack through the air as they shot toward the atmosphere. There, left in their wake, the blue cords hovered and glowed. And to this day, none have known their…
The crystal sea glowed putting out a vibration that could be felt across the silver stream of light. He didn’t notice the challenge that lay before till he stood, shivering at the icy bank. Caps and swells motionless, frozen by these links. Rolando Cyril – Some of the best surreal scapes and scenes I’ve viewed…
Tumbling amongst the bramble the tiny bot looked up. The sky, large and serene, the occasional flicker of the fissures in the electronic atmosphere. Should he venture in, he could fix it or possibly have his life orb extracted by the power of these links. Greg Craola Simkins – His graphite work, painting and graffiti…
Beneath the timber, hidden within the shadows and fallen leaves, she waited. It often passed through these woods, scavenging, covered in the pasty soot of its sharp, glandular encased shovelers. Part machine, part beast, strengthened over the ages with these links. Thierry Doizon – Your eyes juices will jiggle at delight at the site of…
The stairway climbed east, or so I thought. The light shown differently in these parts. Clattering through the crack beneath the eave, the rays revealed their location, mixed with the sound of their engines. Hunting. Not for me, but for these links. Mikael Lugnegard – There is nothing about his art that is not completely…
Through the vapid water, strewn with oars and shards of boat, the injured creature stepped. The silver bridle that held the face of his opponent in his grip torn from the beast with the power of these links. Martin Deschambault – There is nothing that is not brilliant about the vast and beautiful scenes spilling…
Falling amongst the brush, it lay. Unseen for decades, the rust did not overtake it nor did the sun etch its silver surface. As it happens, the young lad being thrown from his horse landed in the brush as well. Had his hand fallen but an inch further, this story would not be told, the…
Shifting wing to wind it steadied the spade, its feet and iron chest ablaze and back against the sun. What could this beast with razored blade, be rooting from the ground? A vine releasing plumes of smoke, burning red, wrapped in these links. Mart Biemans – Abstract, edgy and complex illustration and digital art. F-stops…
The screws dropped to the floor, growls and wrenching metal echoing down the blast way. The sharp stench always followed. The glowing finger cusps scraping the ships bare edges, felt out the dark interior. Should they find the vault, this time would be different. This time they would face these links. Seed Seven – Xavier…