[WP] Ass Hole Protagonist

Write me a story with a really likeable protagonist until the very last sentence, where he becomes a huge asshole



As I strode onto the bridge of the USS Joyceton I was happy to finally make it onto the bridge of a ship.  My service record was exemplary with successful missions from around the world.  I had done everything from providing aid to rescuing hostages.  The Joyceton was a wonderful ship to, a new class of destroyer that the fleet had just put into service.

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[WP] Hermit


An isolated hermit slowly discovers that he is the last man on Earth.



George the hermit walked around inside his little house.  Making preparations for his annual venture in what he referred to as the wild city.  He had lived by himself separated from people for over 34 years now.  Once a year he made a trip into the city to gather any supplies for the year that he absolutely couldn’t grow or make himself.

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[WP] The Arks


During a flight you accidentally damage a window and find out that they aren’t actually windows, but monitors.


I know I took a little bit of liberties with the prompt itself but if one can’t do that there isn’t much point in having prompts.

 The Arks

As I sat in the seat of the six passenger shuttle I couldn’t help but feel the need to pee.  I believe it to be some psychological force that as soon as you sit down for a flight you instantly have to go to the bathroom and you never want to get up to use the shuttle bathrooms.  On a shuttle this small the bathroom was smaller than a closet.  Just big enough to sit down and close the door.  And because of the small space of the shuttle if someone were to take a poop it would smell up the whole ship for days.

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Writing Prompt #3: X Marks the Spot

Prompt taken from Writers Digest

You’re a pirate on a small pirate ship, that consists of only you, one other pirate and a captain. Recently you ransacked another ship and found a treasure map. After weeks of following it, you’ve finally found the island where “X” marks the spot. Write a scene where you find the buried treasure, only it’s not exactly the treasure you expected to find.

After many arduous weeks hunting for Captain Black Beard’s treasure we, the crew of the Swift, found the island indicated on the map.  Many people have tried to find his treasure but none have succeeded, maybe we will be the first.  As I look over at Captain Dan I notice that for the first time since we found the map he has a big smile on his face.  We have already made it further than any documented attempt on the treasure and the hunt was on.

Expertly Ronald Mcland, or as we liked to call him Trinket, piloted the small sailboat through a narrow space in a rock wall that seemed to protect the island and we got our first view of the island.  It looked like a tropical paradise including bright colored birds soaring above tall, lush trees.  Directly in front of our boat was shore of pristine sand.  The only sign of it ever having been disturbed was a small wood hut sitting just at the tree line.  Even from here I could tell it was overrun with plants and had not been used in a while.

Together, all three of us lowered the small rowboat over the side and then took turns climbing down into it.  The Captain sat in the back, I in the middle, and Trinket at the bow of the dingy.  Trinket placed a small wood carving of a four leaf clover on the front of the dingy as I started to row to shore.

“For luck.” He said when he caught me looking.  That’s why we call him Trinket, he always has some little trinket on him.

Once we got to shore following the map wasn’t hard.  We walked through a few of the trees and came out onto a point of land that overlooked the rock wall that protected the island.  The sun shown down from above and directly in front of us was was a patch of dirt that lay undisturbed by the grass and plants around it.

All three of us looked at each other.  I had to admit even I was excited even though I was just along for the ride.  The hunt is what I enjoyed not the end goal, that just helped me pay rent.  Trinket and I produced small shovels from on our belts and began to dig.

Thud.  An hour later our shovels hit a wood box and as we worked around the box with the shovels we unearthed a wooden treasure chest about two and a half feet long by a foot wide.  It was a little smaller than I was expecting but if it contained jewels it could still be worth plenty enough to make Captain Dan and Trinket happy for a long time.  And well stocked on trinkets too.

The Captain drew his sword and used it to pry the lock off the chest.  Kneeling down we all looked at each other and the Captain slowly opened the chest.  Only one thing lay inside.  A note and on it read:

Happiness is the best treasure in life.