Each lens dropped the slates of yellow hard against the floor, blurred vertical by the acceleration and increased afterburn of the jump jets. If there were any charred remnants, crispins of fur or chattered casings, it would lay beneath the protective coating of these links. Duarte Pires – Thick lines, bright color in a range…

Gripped by arms of bracken root, the piper played his tune. A sky of gold and blue. A somber prelude, bit by angst and taken to its end. A song that slides and flows and chides and then consumes these links. Landis Fields – A wide mix of mech and concept, among video, illustration and…

When tall, shank-steamed colanders spilled the oily residue through mossy, tangled sieves, the arms reached from outside as the last vestige of light split the sights of a glow and an eye that twitched to reveal these links. Eric Felten – Ships and spaceports of course, but also corridors, landing pads and desktops that delivers…

The branch of the tree twisted down to the trunk. Grooved deeply and large enough the three of us could walk side by side. If it hadn’t appeared we might think the quakes surfacing it from the forest floor from another source, but it was all to apparent, the cause, was these links. Robert Chew…

The slaps came fast as if the bears paws were on a mechanical device geared to inflict all sorts of pain. They were in fact on a mechanical device. Paws attached to such a contraption as to make the head spin. But not one paw, not even two, but 5,286 paws spinning with a ferocity…

I looked in its eyes. It looked in mine. “Drop it like it is hot. Drop, drop it like it is hot,” it repeated in a desiccated, mechanical voice. It’s at this point I usually reminisce of the old days, when mechnoids lacked the access to early aught R&B chart topper lyrics. Still, it made…

A stretchy mix of colors oozed through the opening, up the panels of the barn and into their cage. You wouldn’t have know it otherwise, but their claws were made of the same substance. When the two touched, a flash of light, a small squeal and all five of them projectile vomiting these links. Ani…

A piercing hydraulic hiss echoed in the launch bay as we mounted our space cruisers to their docks. As we proceeded to our sleeping chambers, the motion-activated blacklights turned off one by one behind us as we walked down the dark and desolate docking terminal. We settled to our quarters, ate some dehydrated ice cream,…

A long, hard march took us over the hill, through the small ravine, up toward a land with a greenish hue and what looked to be small antenna covering the ground. They moved and swayed with each other, extending out in explosive waves, grappling beads of moisture in the air–and they grew thicker the closer…

Thick slides and ungreased scrapping of wooden drawers filled the hallway. The air grew dark, sounds muffled, as if all the days of rabbit storm had been combined into one moment where the children hid beneath their desks, clinging to raw carrot juice, keeping extra clips at the ready and entertaining their minds with these…

Delivering the infusion, the sound of the metal chair hit against the wall. It wasn’t as if it were trying to escape, but there was a look in its eyes that said, “once the lights flicker, flicker just one more time, all of you will know exactly what I am.” The lights did flicker, flicker…

Surfacing from the lower board of the lower pier at the lower end of south street, the small barnacle caught a glint of sunshine in the green light of the misty afternoon. Low the tide had been for many a year, lower still on that fateful day. A day when barnacles touched the air and…

The brief pause caused him to pause. Two people pausing like that just wasn’t right. It was uncomfortable. Everyone felt it. You could see it on there faces as well as on the face of the frightened rabbit being tossed through the air amidst the fire brigade rushing toward the inferno. Eventually they would reach…

Charged, it shrank back through the brush, mechanical tracks greased by symbiotic disgust of its host, lit in the beams pulsing about its skeletal cage. Stopping, the small hatch above its brow opened and out popped the pilot host; small, half fur and leather straps, banging on about these links. Jake Parker – The lovely…

When it had come to pass that they learned the small rabbit king tricked the wicked peddlers with his wit and candied carrots, there rose up such a roar amongst the woodland creatures that barely a swallow or sprite could hear the brook near the dawn willow tree rising up the banks. Would the rabbit…

Dimly lit and and starkly grand, the peanut thief perched atop my hand. “Where will we go?” Its wings would say, like two old ladies pining away. Pining away for better days and sweet rum raisins that hold these links. Giampaolo Miraglia – It’s geometric illustration taken to another level. The level of awesome captured…

Once the slivers had been excised from the finger, I looked up, then over at the man-sized centipede in the corner. Leaning against an old Calvi Parma accordion and gnawing an green carpet scrap, it leaned over slowly picking up the cigarette I had tossed on the floor. Offering me the carpet scrap, I realized…

Energized by the long strands of dried vegetation, the night became a garden coated in green. The embers sparkled beneath their flesh, igniting veins of air that wrapped the trees. Every where they were and every where they touched left the traces of these links. Toni Bratincevic – The highly detailed models and work of…

The timber was cold. All around stood the frozen furbunny army of the first war, some caught mid-stride. Others caught, as if, warming their hands by the icy ashes of a darkened fire. Surely, no one would ever again underestimate what runs through the veins of these links. Andrew Bell – A special treat this…

They shone like a blazing sun! Five partridges in gleaming suits of orange, born with the ability to crack a nut at 50 paces. Surely, they were powerful enough creatures to take on these links. Eddi Del Rio – A handful of bots and beautiful scenes in the painting and illustration of this California concept…

Pretending there was time, he shook the dust from the vest. It wasn’t as if the tentacles provided any additional power, but they did have a nice effect against the setting sun, whilst rocketing through the air in a face-off against these links. Raku Inoue – What better way to present something in 3D than…

He was an interesting blob boy, filled with dreams, ambitions, ideals of sitting in a chair without sliding out. It wasn’t until one day, where he accidentally ingested 40 boxes of toothpicks, that he realized he could push them out his exterior with a single belch, allowing him to both adhere to smooth surface and…

Once there was enough mud caked around the post, we sent in the diggers to do their thing. It wasn’t long before the eruptions started–not from the ground… from the backs of the diggers. Tentacles shooting out from them all, tentacles of these links. Ben Mauro – He’s a graduate of ACCD in Pasedena and…

Many times, when sifting wheat outside the barn, you’ll come across a finger. You’ll look at one hand, then the other, wondering where that finger came from. When suddenly, you feel a tap-tap-tap on your shoulder. Turning, you see another finger. Then looking up, thousands more, flying through the sky, trying to escape the wrath…

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…

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…