Particles that
survive a phone

Curtains of light that fold, throwing bright vertical rays as they turn.

Particles leave a centre together and decelerate into an even ring.

Soft out-of-focus circles rising slowly, blurred and dimmed by depth.

Bubbles climbing with a wobble, swelling a little as the pressure above them drops.

A fire's convection column: quick up the middle, drawn in at the base, tumbling at the edges.

A vessel filling with grains that roll into a heap and level off as it nears full.

Coins thrown up through the frame, turning far enough to show their edge.

One popper, fired once: a tapered cone of paper with real gravity and tumble.

Drifting points that link to their nearest neighbour while it stays in range.

A lattice of points that leans toward the pointer and relaxes when it leaves.

An element breaking into pieces that scatter and fade as a sweep removes it.

Particles dropped behind a dragged element, settling where they land.

Fine specks adrift in a room, brightening as they cross a shaft of light.

Embers lifting from below, cooling from white through amber to nothing.

A few points drifting in the dark, each flashing on its own rhythm.

One shell rises, bursts, and the sparks fall against real air drag.

Soft banks of fog sliding sideways, thinning out before they reach the edges.

One soft expansion of light for a small win, and nothing more.

A cloud whose tightness and colour report a value, with no number to read.

A row of dots beating in sequence, quicker and tighter as the system strains.

Leaves that catch the air and stall, then slip sideways as they tip.

A line written by a moving head, made of the grains it settles behind it.

Particles orbiting a centre, tightening and speeding up as the work approaches done.

Filings that belong to the nearest socket, let go for a passing pointer, and snap back.

A cover eaten inward from its edges, the material leaving as grains on the draught.

A scattered cloud converging into a mark, drawn in stroke order.

A chain of points following a drawn path, over a trail that records how fast you drew it.

Petals fall and tumble edge-on, carried sideways by one shared current.

One fall of petals from above that thins out and settles where it lands.

Displaced rows of pixels slide back into register until the image is whole.

Faint motes in deep water that brighten as the current takes them.

Fine motes caught in a slow vortex, shearing themselves into spiral arms.

A field of dots that swells and settles as one, for work happening in the background.

Items flowing along a route, where the gap between them is the throughput.

Rain falling at an angle, with each streak as long as the drop is fast.

Curled ribbons falling with real twist, showing their faces and edges in turn.

Grains blowing along a surface, piling into drifts that travel downwind.

A tile of points that opens away from a press and closes back into itself on release.

A cover breaks along a spreading crack and the pieces fall away from what was behind it.

Rings of dots leaving a point on a steady cadence, thinning as they spread.

Snow that falls and accumulates, building an uneven drift along the bottom edge.

Small sparkles dropped behind a moving point, fading where they fell.

Stars at three depths, the near ones travelling faster.

Two rings of points turning at different rates that catch and hold when coupled.

Words arriving as clouds of particles that tighten into their own glyphs.

A cloud of points that changes shape to say whether it is waiting, thinking, or answering.

A ring of particles thrown out from the tap point, exactly one per tap.

Rings crossing a surface of floating specks and bouncing off the edges.

Blades bowing as a gust crosses them and standing back up behind it.

A directional wipe with a torn, grainy edge instead of a hard line.