I go up the steps to the attic. The stairs are steep, and I always worry about falling. I open the attic door and go in. It's hot and musty, the only fresh air coming from a small window that won't shut properly. Sunlight shines through the window, making all the dust floating around visible. However, the corners where the walls meet are hidden in shadows...
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A Writer's Assistant: Prompts & Unfinished Stories Up For Adoption
RandomSome ideas I thought up but ended up being too lazy to write myself. Includes story prompts & small sections of unfinished stories that are "up for adoption". Either I lost inspiration or got bored with them, but maybe they can help with your writer...
