Participation Trophy Novels & Stories

“Always yours.” No rings. No trophies. Just two people who’d walked through hell and chosen each other in the light. His trophy. His war. Hers now.

After a few more congratulation speech, the Principal stepped forward with the judges. A beautiful gold trophy was brought onto the stage. The trophy had an inscription that read "Parkview high couples contest champions." The judges congratulated us. Then the MC announced again. "Our champions will receive a $10,000 cash prize along with a future development sponsorship from Briggs estate and our partner organizations, providing mentorship, networking opportunities and support for heir future ambitions." The audience gave a loud round of applause. Mr. Briggs was invited to the stage to present the trophy. He walked towards us with the trophy and gave a proud smile.

Sianna said and introduced each one to the relevant Alphas. “Each Alpha is responsible for ensuring that your team adheres to the rules and will stand the consequences of breaking them.” I gave the reminder. “You said that the trophy will be different this year?” Virgil inquired. “The trophy will be a 24-karat gold of a large oversized wolf in the center, surrounded by smaller animals such as a deer, a boar, a cow, and a bear,” Blayne explained proudly. It was his idea. He said that it would show that wolves were the dominant species.

Flashing cameras. For a second, I froze, stunned. Then Cassey screamed and pulled me into a crushing hug. “You did it! You actually did it!” she cried. I walked toward the stage in a daze, legs shaking. The bright lights blinded me as I stepped up. The trophy felt heavy and real in my hands. It was a sleek crystal engraved with the fair’s emblem. But that wasn’t all. The host continued with a big smile, “Along with the title, the grand winner receives a brand new Mercedes-Benz G-Class and a cash prize of two million dollars to support brand growth!”

Kary squeals in delight. Mr Cruz lifts the trophy which is made of glass from the coffee table, kisses it then passes it to me. Kary's school went all out with it and I'm impressed. The tuition fees are more than enough to make me comfortable for a few years without me working so it's only right that they put effort into everything they did today. "Put it on her trophy shelf." He says. "It should be with you, daddy." "Nah, I've won many trophies and awards when I was your age. I don't need any more for now." He shakes his head. "This is your first trophy so it's yours."

As Zara thought back on one of the rare happy memories, her usually icy expression softened with a faint smile. "It was just a stuffed toy," she said lightly. "It's not like I can't afford one. Don't get so hung up on it. Come take a look at the gift I got you." She snapped her fingers. A moment later, several people walked in carrying a massive trophy made of solid gold and set it down in front of me. "Here's to you winning the championship again next season. And about the ring… I'm sorry. Think of this trophy as my apology."

Allora watched me blush and changed the subject, "Well, to hell with Miguel. The triennial wolf fighting tournament is coming up, do you want to participate?" I knew what the wolf fighting tournament is, it is a good opportunity for the wolves to prove their strength and for each wolf pack heir to exercise themselves. In every wolf fighting tournament in the past, I would sit in the audience and envy those wolves who could compete on the field. Then I watched Miguel holding the trophy and smiling happily. For as long as I could remember, this award had belonged to GreyStone Pack and always to Miguel.

This super-glamorous first experience was incredibly heart-pounding. I kept my steps steady as I made my way to the stage, lest my high heels slip out of control and shake my footing. It was hard to believe. A thin gold-plated trophy was in my hands. I expected it to be as heavy as it looked when I watched the awards ceremony. Now, my knuckles felt for myself that quantity of material was never the determining factor in value. It only took twenty-four carats to coat this exquisite miniature harp-shaped trophy. It turned out that prestige made it heavy, a measure of how worthy someone was of standing here. Yes, Arthemisya was very deserving. However, the immense pressure felt like carrying th

Give your captain some space for the trophy ceremony! As the wild festivities came to a halt, Harris's florid mug emerged, decorated with a paternal grin of such unashamed love and pride that it temporarily alleviated Caleb's nagging existential dread. "Well I'll be triple-banded," the craggy war dog of a coach grumbled in his signature gravel growl, "but it appears I have in my possession a certain hunk of metal meant to commemorate the return of an empire to its ruling class." The extended "State Memorial Trophy" gleamed under the high beams, as if it had just been fashioned from the cosmos' burnished center. Even the slightest reflection off the engraved chalice felt like a laser etching

Hector gives a brief introduction for each person, submitted by whoever nominated them for the award, then the winner walks up to the podium to collect their engraved glass trophy, which is an intricate sculpture of the Bancroft logo. There are usually about 20 winners, and Hector makes quick work of running through the list. There’s a woman from HR, someone from the marketing department who’s relatively new, a man from the product design team, a seasoned member of the PR department, and one of the custodial staff. They’re all absolutely delighted to receive the award, smiling wide and bowing and practically bouncing back to their seats, and it’s heartwarming to see them all so happy.