Participation Trophy Novels & Stories

"The path you have chosen is a very difficult one, it isn't for the weak hearted and the way I see it more than half of you won't make it to the end." There was whisper among the crowd. "Excuse me, sir," a thin looking boy with messy hair called "for those of us who don't make it... do we at least get a participation trophy just like the recruits of the Warminguards?" "Oh, absolutely. We have a lovely collection of 'You Tried' ribbons and 'Almost Guardian' certificates. Perhaps we could add some stickers that say 'I Survived Master Erwin's training just for you." The nervous recruit quickly hid himself behind the crowd to avoid Master Erwin's dirty gaze.

"Don't be too full of yourself, Ace." "I would have to move houses if I wasn't," he smiled and took the huge trophy from Mr. Macklet. He placed it in between us, gesturing for me to hold it too. I did and together we raised the trophy high up for all the houses to see. "I told you we'd win," I whispered with a huge grin. He did not respond back. The houses were quickly dismissed after the awarding but the executive committee together with the Green Day committee was asked to stay behind for a closing meeting.

The announcer waited patiently until the applause died down to announce second place. "In second place, with a time of forty-two hours, thirteen minutes, and forty-seven seconds is: The Gauntlet!" Polite applause sounded as Thomas Grant and the pretty Sarah Parish stepped up on the stage to accept their silver trophy. The lack of enthusiasm from the audience told me that most of the guests felt the same way as I did about Grant. Sarah smiled at everyone in the room, but Grant looked as though he smelled something unpleasant as he took the second place trophy and then stomped off the stage.

Doesn't she look like the one from that cultural showcase? The whispers don't reach the upper deck. Mia is unaware of all of it. Elias glances back at her for a moment, then turns, steps around his teammates, and walks toward her with the cup. "Sorry to interrupt." He isn't sorry. "Done talking?" He doesn't wait. He puts the trophy in her hands. She takes it on reflex. It's cold and smooth and catches the afternoon sun, and she looks at him with the bewildered expression of someone who has just been handed a significant national symbol without context.

He closed the distance with an easy confidence, and Robert snapped a few pictures. “Now give her the trophy,” Robert added. “She wanted a picture with that too.” Oh my God, he just had to throw that in there. “Of course,” Hamilton said with a grin. He turned, grabbing the shiny, golden trophy and holding it out to me. I hesitated for a second before reaching for it. It was heavier than I expected, but I could manage. Robert took a few more shots, and when he was done, I turned to Hamilton, my pulse still racing.

“Let’s play Quizzzzzzz Nation!” The competition continues, heating up as the twins fend off question after question. Behind the stage, an intern walks up to the title sponsor, carrying the trophy in her hand. “Um, sir?” she says, not daring to tug on his sleeve to get his attention. “What,” the man snarls, spinning to turn his angry attention to her instead of to the woman with whom he’s arguing. “Um, it’s almost time to present the trophy?” The intern whispers. The man grabs the trophy from her and she skitters away. He could care less about Quiz Nation, it’s just another media appearance to demonstrate to his people that he’s invested in arts and culture. Whatever.

Windsor Creek Men’s Rugby - Under 12 Most Valuable Player I removed the crown from the trophy and reached into the cup, removing a piece of note. Opening it up, it read: “Natty, thank you for cheering so loudly. You are the reason I won this.” This note used to be my little energy booster when we separated from Grade school. But I haven’t read it in the past two years. After Chris and I lost contact. “Thank you, Chrissy.” I said to the note, folded it and placed it back into the trophy cup.

In fact, I was so panicked that my speech failed me. Julia opened the box, lifted the cover, and took out the glass trophy I usually handled with the utmost care. "It says 'First Prize for Information Science.' What's so special about this cheap trophy? It's in such a fancy box. Let's smash it!" Julia said. I cried out, "No! Don't smash it!" As Julia raised the trophy over her head to smash it, I ignored my pain and scrambled to my feet while shouting, "You can break anything else. Give that trophy back to me, please."

“Let’s go!” This time, Keenan helplessly held Susana’s hand on his left and Dawn on his right as he escorted them to the stage. He then left the stage. The Cavalry Team received a trophy and a box of cake from Red Ribbon. They took a photo together. Susana called the whole team and they went toward the stage, arranging themselves for a group photo, bringing with them their banner. “Congratulations to our winners and participants for this year’s Intramurals. We hope everyone had fun! Now let’s enjoy our meal and performances of our talented students.”

Being the Beta's daughter somehow made girls repel from me because they feared my family and Alpha Jackson. While I was lost in thought of memories from my other pack, I'd walked up to a shelf full of trophies and ribbons. As I moved closer to see what they read, I noticed most were from soccer matches and something called UIL. I didn't know what most of the things meant, but they were all first place awards. Clearly I recognized photos where Dylan was standing with other guys and they were holding trophies. He had about four photos, all in which he looked somewhat different that how he did now.