This week, to get your writing week kick-started, I’m going to give you the beginning of a story. What happens next is up to you.
Lizzie had known it was going to happen one day. But that didn’t make it any easier.
She looked out the window and peered through the rain splattered glass. It had been such a lovely morning, with sunshine streaming through the windows, falling on the golden daffodils on the windowsill. For a while, she’d thought everything was going to be alright.