Frogs chirped amidst the flooded bank of a moon-drenched pond. Little was known about when they arrived or whence they came. One thing was certain though, they seemed to grow louder with closer proximity to these links. Gernot Buder – Incredible work all around but the clean lines and contrast in his concept work (especially…
The crack and split of the paper cunkles ended as quickly as it started. Stacks upon stacks lined the warehouse with only the edges charred, but their fleshy interiors were still roomy enough to move around in plus forage enough to keep from freezing after the sun set and all was frosted with the icy…
A thick fog enveloped the lake and most of the bank where we stood. Outside of the haze, the dark purple lights of their eyes flickered, trying to adjust, trying to make out our forms shielded by the thin, misty veil; a veil that would hide us as long as the unrelenting fragrance persisted from…
The Friday Smackdown is a collection of the best links in art, design, music, and photography we’ve come across over the week. Have one to add? Share it here! The snow fell against the limbs where we sat; Nothing but the occasional whirring of one of our sentinel’s lens defoggers breaking the crisp air. Though…
Setting off toward the sun, stilting his was down the silted, ash lined maze of a murky mountainside trial, Fitz McBunkle… charged. Though his forearms were lined with blades and his single eye ablaze, it was a slight hesitation in his smirk, a mis-step and a burp, that caused one stilt to split and skewer…
The oil-charred smell of the tar post pile flared the nostril of ever horse and rider that passed by. The wind was thick with the odor with the sand whipping the brows of the watchers on the hill who the vinelings kept control over with these links. Su Jian – So many new pieces since…
Five midnights of the mountain sun and the islands rising had yet to be done. Floating higher, inch by inch, roots had been trimmed to clear the lower portals for the fighters to deploy. We had thousands, but it would take all we had and more to take on the soul-blazing power of these links.…
Sheets draped the landscape. Bleached white by the nine minor suns. Though the valley was still lush, the charred portal flickered in its midst. Our suits would protect us from the chipmunk hoards that burrowed near it but we would have to siphon off half of the blood stores to keep them from gnawing away…
A dizzy spot in a timber rot grew up through the forest, and quiet bears chunked little bear up through the treetops, to see where the Habble Shrumper might have stashed its gold, the gold as old as grandpa bear who fought him five scores before, to bring the village these links. Boti Harko – Wonderful…
Dealt and determined to pitch his strength against the bow, he swung from the cliff, rope unfurled—a moose looked up, rabbits perked their ears, whales began to sing, and the punch came down, with a thudding, watery sound that sprang the veiny gold tendrils from these links. Greg Danton – Epic creatures, giants, trolls and…
4 AM and the mouse nest stirred. Frost lit the channels, the straw, by the moon. And stolen away in the warmth, a light gray, eyes set ablaze, by the flames that were set, in the morn on the quest, for this raw band of links. Vitali Timkin – The concept artist from Minsk can crank…