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These are horror strands — story ideas abandoned in utero for one reason or another. Fragments once left to rot in notebooks. Concepts that twisted but never fully formed. I’ve chosen to exhume a few, polish their bones, and lay them against a haunting image. More will surface on NOTES in the future.
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It leans toward the legend of Māui snaring the sun in ropes of flaxto lengthen the day. Some say they were ropes of courage. Imagine snaring people in ropes formed of horror strands. Pulling them into uncanny tales.
This is a fun thing to do. In revisiting ideas this way you can ignite the creative engines and find the missing piece that can complete them.