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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…

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…

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…

Wrapped around the spindle spire, there dripped the water clear, a fear, and a reflection of the trees that grew, yet had not been seen. Sheets flapped above the nest, where the afterburners left a faint stain of heat. Oh, the nest? Yes, the one where these links were hatched. Fred Gambino – A handful…

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…

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…

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…

There in the sky, a rail, no, two rails curling from the forest floor to the mass of vines that formed the shells of their upper backs. Stationary they grew atop the belly of the earth, constructing themselves of beast and bird, scraps of metal, bits of wood and one single viscid mass syncing their…

The scaly checkbone of an ancient mariner lay against the dusty cupboard door of the hold. Gripping the latch as if shackled to it, and shackled by flaking skin from bone it was. If the sight were any more picturesque, I would have thought twice of kicking the corpse away. And twice I should have…

Joined at the knees they rose, a purple haze amongst the thickets green and a pungent odor on the nose. Most steps were amiss, sliding and slipping against the roots roiling through the ruts. Then mist-enveloped, they appeared–a simple whistle, a lark and these links. Andreas Preis – ‘Grow’ is just one project from Andreas…

As times go, it was a quiet one. Misty dew settling on the grasses and a smell of pies in the air. The latter quite interesting, as no one on this planet had ever had pies–chicken pot, rhubarb or any containing nuts, cheese or cobbled fruit–Yet, it smelled of pies and we soon found that…

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.…

Round about the field we strolled, a summer’s afternoon. The containers there were full, all but a few admidst a den of the slothhorn hares. They had determined, not only how to create amazing mechanical devices, but also how to absorb the energy and grow them into these links. Eduardo Peña – Ships by sea…

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…

In a fenced in corner of a heathered field, there sat a meadow mouse skilled in the ways of ukulele playing, dressed in a vest with ten pockets. In each of the pockets was a pic and a song with a dance and some words that went along. And behind these pockets, connected to each…

A small boy became a shepherd, eating lots of fruits and vegetables growing up, learning how to make lightbulbs. He said “hi” to his little fishy, then he went back to bed and had a nightmare in his brain, threw it away and dreamed about going to the park and playing with a turtle on…

Victory I say! Thou art no match for me. I have vanquished thine crusted, burnt and baked-on food parts fused deep within thine ‘non-stick’ grooves. Thou shall not claim the prize this time foul beast of pressed steel. Thine mass-produced brethren shriek and heat evenly at the site of my blistered scrub nubs. I have…

The furry cheek fat of the the chub-hubbling’s left eyelid drooped over the rods that served to heighten its sense of both smell and sound. Offering tea, you could barely keep yourself from saying thank you, bowing at the waist for a closer look that revealed small mechanical worms crawling across those rods, harvesting these…

Locked inside the tumultuous tummy of the stuffed teddy toto, we evaluated the situation. A) we had plenty of grade-a foam B) we had some leftover honey and a half-melted stick of pig fat C) we had with us the explosive power of nine carbonate hamster sacks–in a word, these links. Michael Kus – Superbly…

The blast peeled back the sides of the tin skirted fence rows, dirt churned to powder, those hidden behind revealed in their pale, hunched shapes half burrowing, half rising to escape, perhaps a bodily torment, but more a hunger that anticipated your next move… and your next… and your next… drawing their consumptive energies from…

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…

This week our very special guest is a guy with his own woodworking YouTube channel by the name of Frank Makes, Mr. Frank Howarth! Frank’s background in architecture helped him design and build a super kick-butt woodshop that he uses to create stop-motion films of the development process of various woodworking projects. We’ll talk with…

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…