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A stick lattice fence grew against the prairie hills, looking half forgotten, but for the kempt hedgerow and berries picked clean. We watched for days wondering when their days started, ended and what they did between. It wasn’t that we meant to harvest them, but to learn how they moved. With lop-sided heads, half fur…

They burnt on days we didn’t have the light. Risking our hairs and skins, we gathered close. The candles were all we had, and the nimphs, oh how they liked to blow them out. That was until the CandleMan came to visit. Large, made mostly of wax and wick, they feared him, as did we,…

Built on their foreheads, we travelled far and the days we’re indistinguishable. A golem? Yes. A rabbit? Of course. You couldn’t expect such a creature to stay dormant forever. Their size and a step will keep them moving for years, always, endlessly, in search of these links. Markus Lenz – Markus has a particular style…

The orange popped. Not the color. The fruit. We thought we were the last on the platform, but something down the tunnel let us know otherwise. Its squeal burst the last of our food, then there they appeared, lapping up the juice and garbed in these links. Isaac Hannaford – There’s just something about good…

The papers clanged. But how? It was normal paper after all–white, some edges creased, even a coffee cup stain here and there. But they were different in the light. Silver they shown, and around their edges the glow of an aged cosmos burnt by the vacuum-cracking blast of a thousand bursting moons. No, this wasn’t…

The chamber door sent impact shudders through the last nerves of the last inhabitants of the last inhabitable cave of the last inhabitable planet. How? Out in the darkness? The outer reaches of the outer reaches of the known beyond the known universe. One thousand years from then it would be obvious. It was they…

An eye, no three, past in front of the crack made by its last wood-splitting hit. There hadn’t been any of their kind pass through here in months, so it was about due. All we had to do now is wait. You usually don’t attack someone when their back is turned–it’s proper killing etiquette–but with…

It was a party of pigeons and pygmy goats. One against the other? No, they were in cahoots. The pigeons, responsible for logistics. The goats responsible for ballistics. Together they were a team, nay, a force, that could only be described at lethal. And in the midst of all of them, their leader– hairless, war-torn,…

The cones cracked beneath our feet, and the air was putrid, but we were able to finally find how the rasp moths had burrowed through. Though they were large, their main bodies were more like lubricated jelly sacks, able to squeeze through the tightest spaces, most likely moistened from the glandular excretions of these links.…

The rice grains pelted our faces–our faces shielded by pan-seared tortillas, haha! The joke was on them. Not even the soggy, beef soaked jabs of their tendrils could turn us away. However, we knew the corn-based shielding wouldn’t survive the night, forcing us to sizzle up some charred rabbit fur to weave into the protective…

Four pinstripes and a melon. That’s all the payment we could gather. Down among the shantie with tattered cloth and mud holding make-shift walls to the ground, droids would peek from the blinds, unsure if they would be extracted or provided parts. Why we were able to get a melon in these parts, we’ll never…

“What a large box of meats!” said I, hiding the pan of heated oil behind the swollen belly of a grossly oversized Patagonian Cavy. They looked at me puzzled, shimmying to the side, their feet stirring the dust, and quickly grabbing the buried cable to shield themselves with pulsating power of these links. Joel Rae…

Sauntering she stepped. The steel toed shift of air against steal echoed up through its structure. Side-stepping something that had tried before, she climbed, slow at first, then with speed, to kick through the membrane protecting these links. Pablo Carpio – What starts as really loose sketches, ends up as floating vehicle concepts, beautiful mountainscapes…

A fine mist settled, thin against the green bladed spears that jutted above. With an icy silence we stepped slowly, wanting to run, to duck and cover ourselves with the mist, to escape the rabbit banshees on the hunt for these links. Thibault Girard – Gritty scenes, ships and characters with an interesting method of…

They spread from the ground like black ink from a swollen tear duct. How would ink come to be in a tear duct? Well, when the virus takes hold, you never know how it will manifests itself. Sometimes, the sky goes sparkly, sometimes your skin bubbles, sometimes birds shoot out of the ground. One thing…

We flew around the peak. The moss fires put us in a orange haze and gave the air a sappy taste. We wouldn’t be able to set down anywhere nearby, so we hung the drag lines out the side, hoping that whatever was down there shrieking wasn’t large enough to pull us down with it.…

The bubbles rose in front of our faces, nearly lifting us off the plateau along with the wee furry beasts from whence the bubbles exploded out of their neck hairs, which we quickly learned were not hairs at all, but hydrogen absorbing tubulars generating power through the digestion of these links. Tomas Honz – Beautiful…

We threw it hard, like we had five arms each and the strength of a cattle-prodded meglephant. It was only a small asteroid, mostly ore, filled with holes growing the orange fungii we could no longer harvest. With the atmosphere decaying and a lack of constant moisture, it had completely succumbed to these links. Kelly…

The stage went black. More screams were the least of what we wanted to hear, but that’s what happens in the dark, just before thousands of people start throwing snowcones and muffin pans at each other. Fortunately, we had a secret weapon, wrapped tightly in a bubblegum wrapper, ready to be deployed with these links.…

The dust settled, then floated. The air grew thick, rabbit fur and gopher whiskers everywhere. Where did it come from? When had there been such an excess of gophers? We pondered long, but not too long, for they were on our heels, ready to attack, ready to devour, ready to gnaw the eyelids off anyone…

The sea was it. Salty air, stormy waters and if you hung your jowls above the surface as the sun was setting, the tentacles of speckle-throated Cuttlefish gently slap your check as they breached the watery sheath. We thought they were attracted to the smell of our stew. Turns out it was the peculiar sap…

Catch them, the wiles, the frozen pots of two. Wrapped and bent around the child, as he bid them to, lift him him up and throw his arrows made of dust and rusty nails, skin cracked, glowing, dark as ink, battling the splendor of these links. Rostislav Zagornov – Chunky speed paintings and concepts with light and shadow that…

Wet towels and pencil shavings were not the usual waste left by the weekend party crowd. Somehow the sand imps and moss trolls had fastened their battleground to our deck, all of it, and the yard, shredding the begonias with their shrill cries and pummeling each other with these links. Kong youyang – With such…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

‘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…

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 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…