It’s nice to finally have my website up and running officially! I’ve decided to use this as a place to post my daily writing prompts, so if you’re looking for a prompt yourself, welcome! I actually come with several prompts available every day — you’ll see what I mean.

To get these writing prompts, I am using the Story Engine cards (or World Building on the rare occasion) as well as a sheet I’ve made to help randomize it even more.

Each prompt has the possibility of a fandom attached — sometimes I roll this, sometimes I just select one, and sometimes I forget. While working up this first one, I couldn’t figure out how this would fit any fandom on my list, as if it’s my first day writing fan fiction or something. But then the answer came to me: Riverdale.

A couple of things of notes with these:

• I do roll up a word count aspiration, but I am trying not to view myself as a failure if I don’t hit it for some reason.
• These are all one-shots. They’re to get me in the writing headspace, as well as play with some characters I love.
• I do post these on my blog, as well as on AO3, as well as on my Tumblr. So, the off chance you see it somewhere else, that’s why.

Enjoy my first writing prompt with the new website!

An air captain wants to reveal the plans involving a burned nebula, but they will forget their entire life piece-by-piece.

Here’s the rolled-up sheet:

Here are the corresponding cards, in case you don’t like the prompt and want to make your own:

Now, if you want to read the story I came up with, keep on reading!

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Betty closed her eyes, the tears squeezing through her lashes. She didn’t want to reach up and wipe them away, thus alerting Veronica to them.

As if she wasn’t already aware.

“So that confirms it,” she said, surprising even herself with how confident her voice sounded. “The fluctuations in the data are explained.” Both she and Veronica stared at the airship’s screen, knowing Betty was right. They had purchased the ship together at eighteen, and after ten years of co-piloting the skies and trusting the SOS Raccoon (the name a drunken decision on the night they purchased the ship) to keep them safe in more than one dangerous situation, the data was correct.

“Okay, so we know that Jughead’s crew is headed for the burning nebula. So what?” Veronica said, pretending she didn’t understand it. She was going to make Betty spell it out, and she hated her a bit for that.

“You can’t suddenly act all ignorant of their plans. He lost it when Archie died. That nebula is producing the energy he needs to bring him back to life. And in doing so, he’s going to tear apart this universe.” She took a deep breath, before adding quietly. “This war has gone on far too long.”

Veronica swung Betty’s chair around, bringing them face to face. “Stop being emotional. Do I need to remind you why this war started?” Betty shook her head, but didn’t look at Veronica. “Now. Cheryl’s troops are in a closer vector to that nebula. We radio her to handle this.”

Betty was already shaking her head before Veronica finished. “Cheryl’s still twenty-five years away from that nebula, and you know she doesn’t have the equipment for a deep sleep like that. She’d succumb to madness before the end. And we need her covering the vector she’s in; otherwise, Kevin will come in and we lose months of work. That vector is necessary for our win.”

Veronica knew she was right. Cheryl and her scarlet witches were guarding the intercross between Neptune and Uranus, which allowed for Antoinette and her Serpents easy access to the jump pad, getting them back to Earth for supplies. Winning that corridor was what would allow them to win this needless war. Veronica looked at Betty’s face for a long second before tearing her eyes away and looking at the avionics. They were between Saturn and Jupiter. Neither were planet to land on for supplies. It would take a week to get to the Neptune corridor in order to start their journey, a month to go back to Earth and come back to the corridor.

Jughead already had a week head start on them. Neither knew if he had the equipment for a twenty-five year sleep; they had to hope he didn’t and would need to make supply stops along the way.

Veronica flipped the switch to turn on a 3D rendering of the traversed universe. She walked through it for a few minutes, familiarizing herself with the different routes they could take to try to cut him off. Even with a head start, Veronica was confident in her and Betty’s piloting abilities. She knew Betty was the best navigator in the known universe, which is why her blood ran cold when she finally put together the best route.

The route Betty had realized twenty minutes ago, and Veronica had snapped at her for being so emotional. Now she just wanted to cry herself. Betty was right; the cost of this war wasn’t worth it.

“I take it based on that gasp you’ve realized we need to go through the Angeles Trenches in order to cut him off. It’s the only way.” Betty stood, coming next to Veronica to stare at the Trenches. The Devil’s Gate.

“And we have to go the whole way through.”

“And we can’t turn on auto-pilot, meaning one of us will have to be awake the entire time.”

Veronica shook her head. “We can alternate,” she said, starting to cry.

Betty put her arms around her, bringing Veronica in close and resting her chin on her shoulder. “Maybe once. But I don’t think the second pilot would remember to switch back.” She squeezed tightly, knowing she would be the one in the end to pilot through. She wouldn’t put Veronica through the torture of losing her life, piece by piece. And selfishly, she couldn’t be there for the day when Veronica didn’t remember who she was. “I’ve set the auto-pilot on, aiming for the Corridor. Let’s go to bed and fight about this in the morning.”

She kissed Veronica’s head before leading her to their bed. Veronica was always the harder of the two to break, but when she did, it would take Betty time to put her back together.