She turned towards the window. At that very moment she could have sworn she saw a shape in the glass, a reflection of something, or of someone. She turned, expecting to see that her roommate had woke up and had gotten out of bed, but she was still lying in bed. She appeared to be fast asleep, one foot hanging off the mattress and a single blanket draped over her...
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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...
