I wish I could finish this story.

Here' s a little piece of my writing:            

            In a large empty room with two doors on either side, there was a bulletin board that jutted out awkwardly on the south wall that had no door. It was littered with papers new and old cluttered together yearning for a moment of attention. The air in the room was stale and it hung limp as if it had never been graced with the presence of life.

            The door on the east wall flew open, which caused the abandoned papers to lift in anticipation. A young woman of normal stature and plain features marched into the room carrying a menacing scowl and an ill will for the person behind the opposite door.

            “I can’t believe this!”

            She snatched a stray paper from the board and continued to storm through the stale room. She turned the door knob of the opposite door only to find it locked.

I have about 21 pages of this, but I've become uninspired despite my desire to finish it.