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Blocks were stacked pyramidically across the barren landscape, dust wafting off the rusted surface. Their eastern edges moss-stained, both reaching and stayed by the sun, were the fence we peered past, checking for any opportunity to escape, to sneak away the soft, raw happy strands, extracted from these links. Jessica Rossier – Ahhh. Some of…

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,…

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…

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…

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…

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,…

“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…

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…

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…

I know the SolidSmack readership is filled with software-cranking, Oboe-loving instrument aficionados. And, on such a sunny/cloudy/wintery/summery afternoon as this, there’s nothing that you all like more than to see an intricate making-of video that take seemingly simple parts and shows just how complex a process making them can be. This one, in particular, is…

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…

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…

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…

Long, drawn into the side of a cheek that was five inches of skin atop 20 inches of muscles. How many hits does it take to break a capillary in a giant of that size? It would have taken years if we hadn’t made it to the green–a lush landscape of vegetation and underground beasts…

When there were two of them, that’s when it got scary. We climbed. We climbed for what seemed four or five days. Both of them, at our feet, escaping appearance beneath the fog. All of them, their growls, their fur, their tentacles we would have the opportunity to slice off when our hands were not…

The churning sound withered with the distance. No longer would tiny chocolates and their furry battle lord companions be left from crossing realms. Some were skeptical, some we’re blinded by frost bitten eyes, but others, yes many others, rose up and crossed the divide gaining strength through a moderately paced three-course breakfast and these links.…

First, it was the persistence of a calm wind that brought the pungent odor of their troop to our senses. Lock-step through the valley they crept as ninja-like as their shadows stretched atop the shadows of the cliff faces. Riding amidst them, riding the kettle goiler, was one drenched in the dark, reigns to each…

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…

This week’s Spotify-powered SolidSmack Radio Playlist brings an entirely new face-smack of great music to help propel you through those laborious, tedious design tasks for the next few days. Starting with some punk from the Minutemen, we’ll move through some relaxing grooves from James Blake and Julianna Barwick before lifting you up again with some…

Are you constantly listening to the same Pandora station? How about the same iTunes album on repeat? Not any more folks–today brings us the all-new SolidSmack Radio powered by Spotify! Each Tuesday we’ll bring you the best of what’s new, as well as the best of what’s around. From powering through sketch sessions to racing…

Actually, who cares about product development at this point. You’ll be the DJ, up in the front of your office as people tear off their blazers and patent leather loafers. DJ Pablo Martin has launched a new MIDI multitouch controller called Emulator. The multitouch screen you’ll see is called Token and developed by Yöyen Munchausen…