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…

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…

Early in those days the floor was covered with it. Not just the floors, but also the walls, the paths, the feed store and occasionally a small mammal that sat too still for too long. I wasn’t one of those. I kept moving. Slow at first, just to escape without being noticed. Then once 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 chalk dust sank in the orbit of a damp atmosphere. No where had we been able to wet the ear furs so quickly, picking up sounds so subtle that a dead, floating insect would disintegrate against the vibrations. There was only one item that could cause this chaos, and we found it coated there…

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…

There are a ton of open source hardware projects built around the Arduino microcontroller…such as the Airmonica musical instrument and the Pixelate interactive eating game, however none of these offer the aesthetic appeal of DoNothingBox’s OSWatch. Let me rephrase that, nothing has more of a fad appeal like a “smartwatch.” I want it, but don’t…

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…

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…

Tilting, he was a wobbly chap! His ears flopping with each hop. Why I recall the time he uproots an entire crabapple grove with one paw and the twitch of his bushy tail. Some say it was the hugs from a radioactive girl, others say a carrot from the nether reaches. I? Well I say…

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…

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…

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…

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…

Once the details were ironed out, we put on the suits. The grate of the near the base of the ship’s portmast was the only opening we could find. Guarded by Mograithian Spineshifters, we had to time the blast carefully. We set the charges, waited for their shadows, hit the button and let these links…

We forgive you for drawing parallels between the Vitruvio Speaker and Leonardo da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man drawing, but still, bow your head in shame. Just kidding. It’s a common mistake. The intention was to take the basic form, be inspired by Da Vinci’s Man and, in one burst of artistic energy, create the Vitruvio Speaker.…

The sieve was its arm, four of them, paws more like, scrapping splinters from the hall floor as it dragged itself toward us. Some would give up as this point. We… well, we had two sacks of pears that would reveal otherwise. Two sacks of pears coated in the fortified extract of these links. Steve…

Each time there was a hiccup, more appeared. It was as if the stomach acids of the Sop Wharfer were capable of producing sop larvae with nothing but a recurring bout of mild indigestion. And the byproduct of the larvae, were millions and millions of these tiny, bubbly links. Nikita Veprikov – Beautiful, every image.…

Tilling always sent the clouds to wrapping, wrapping round his head, the plow, the farm, raising the earth and gobbling it in the streams of electrical energy tumbling through the air. The till, they called him, not for this power, but for the ability to, within seconds, produce these links. Sergey Zabelin – Massive scenes…

A long smile and cantankerous sneer sent the chill of an afternoon storm through the room. Hardly standing but tiptoeing deftly across each board, between snores it seemed, avoiding the cracks as not to trigger these links. Rebecca Monk – Elegant illustration with some that reveal much more with simple motion of an object, a…

What’s the rhino doing in the soap bottle? You would have asked it, yet stranger still was its size. A wee rhino. In a soap bottle. Sudsing about. And it occurs to you, that the muffled melody you hear is coming from that place, a rhino in a bottle with these links to pass the…

Round the wheel went. All of us, inside the hub. Small as mice, but large as men, if we were men, but we were but newts, bandaged and scraped from the wars. This, our current mode of travel, took us far, far to the outer shell of the river banks, the mossy coast, to defend…

Shape layers about and each one of them more gangly and lopsided than the next. Five were on my belly, constructing an asymmetric melody of skin grafts and gears. When they started it up, the gears twisted, the skin tightened and out oozed these links. Laurent Durieux – Detailed recreations of movies, books posters and…

The tartan sky bled patterned red and crisp the sound of cannons. We held the bank and then the city, dropped amidst the tents of rags. And past the mossy crags we sped, where silently they slumber, fifty milidroits, machined a poised, protecting all these links. Isaac Hannaford – He’s got ships down, kicking out…