The takitapart CSS Framework
A semantic, fluid, responsive framework cobbled together from several awesome projects by people much more clever than myself.
The fire from the vessels
...was most ineffectual, owing, as I afterward learned, to the unexpected suddenness of the first volley, which caught the ship's crews entirely unprepared and the sighting apparatus of the guns unprotected from the deadly aim of our warriors.
No silly grid classes. Put layout directives in the stylesheets where they belong.
Fixed width is dead. Say goodbye to horizontal scrolling.
No compromise. A design that works on all devices, no matter their size.
Vertical grids, em-based design. Your content deserves it.
Whether simple or complex, flexible form layouts are ready for use.
Basic print-friendly design is included.
Built with SASS
Let our SASS mix-ins do the heavy lifting.
Designed to encourage a Mobile First philosophy.
Need more than 12 columns? Less? No grid at all? No problem!
The air was full of sound
...a deafening and confusing conflict of noises--the clangorous din of the Martians, the crash of falling houses, the thud of trees, fences, sheds flashing into flame, and the crackling and roaring of fire.
The generators of the Heat-Rays
...waved high, and the hissing beams smote down this way and that. They flickered up and down the towing path, licking off the people who ran this way and that, and came down to the water's edge not fifty yards from where I stood.
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No one would have believed
I had gone but a short distance further when what seemed to be an excellent trail opened up around the face of a high cliff. The trail was level and quite broad and led upward and in the general direction I wished to go.
this world was being watched
The cliff arose for several hundred feet on my right, and on my left was an equal and nearly perpendicular drop to the bottom of a rocky ravine. I had followed this trail for perhaps a hundred yards when a sharp turn to the right brought me to the mouth of a large cave.
"There aren't shortcuts.
Merely direct paths.
Most people don't take them, because they frighten us.
Things that look like shortcuts are usually detours disguised as less work."