Participation Trophy Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

Facing her cold attitude, Dean Phillips remained unruffled and slowly said, "We called you here to congratulate you. Last week, you won first place in the piano competition with Lexion University. The university has prepared a trophy for you." After speaking, Dean Phillips handed Scarlett a small, exquisite, golden trophy from the cabinet. "It's no big deal, just a small competition," Scarlett casually remarked as she took it. From a young age, she had received too many trophies. She couldn't be bothered with these insignificant ones. But it didn't matter. The biggest surprise today was not this irrelevant trophy, but Ms. Jones! Standing in place with the trophy in hand, Scarlett looked at M

As soon as the host mentioned this, the crowd went wild. The sound of applause and cheering grew louder and louder, and it soon drowned out everything else in the stadium. While tens of thousands of people watched, Stanley Batton walked up to Xyla Quest with a round-shaped trophy in his hands. The trophy was the size of a large coin with Xyla’s name carved on it. The applause and cheering in the stadium continued. Golden confetti continued to rain down on the stage. It seemed as if it would never stop.

The engraved name was different. Carl Hart. Lyra blinked. Carl Hart? Her eyebrows furrowed. Who was Carl Hart? A childhood friend? A relative? A forgotten business partner? The trophy itself appeared insignificant compared to the others. A regional art competition. First Place. Junior Division. Carl Hart. Something about it felt strange. Why keep this among all the others? Why place it in such a prominent position? Lyra stepped closer. The trophy was heavier than expected. She reached out and carefully lifted it.

Samantha's POV The trophy was heavier than she expected. Samantha had held trophies before. Smaller ones, regional ones, the kind that lived on shelves in childhood bedrooms and collected dust with quiet dignity. This one was different. Cold metal and real weight and the Grand Prix insignia cut clean into the base. She held it with both hands and looked at it and tried to feel the size of what it meant. She was still working on that when she heard the sound beside her.