Participation Trophy Novels & Stories

She gave a light snort and said, "Sure, I've never seen a real trophy. Alex, you've seen plenty; why don't you try making one yourself?" Alex chuckled but didn't respond. Rebecca understood his unspoken thoughts and decided not to press further. Instead, she guided him to wash their hands and pay before moving on to the next shop. Molding a trophy held little significance; the true value lay in holding a genuine championship trophy. There was only one genuine championship trophy, and it seemed there would always be just one. While people speculated about who might claim the trophy tomorrow or next year, the essence lay in who secured the championship at that very moment.

They all encouraged the young boys and girls to put in more effort to get to the top, and blessings were realized from their lips to the young people. The award-giving began with the games. Medals were given to the individuals and trophies were given to schools. The Valentine seminary was able to have 9 trophies and it happened to be the highest, 33 seminary had 6 to be in second place. There were other games that trophies were not given but parcels were given, games like ludo, chess, skipping, and football games. Shola was decorated with medals and likewise was his brother Daniel. Amidst the gifts, medals, and trophies, all were not satisfied not until it came to the point of knowing the wi

“But, just to be on the safe side, I'd like to have an extra man on patrol for the next couple of days.” Carter nodded. “That's fine with me.” “Why do you think those kids tried to steal this?” Brian asked, picking up the trophy and handing it to Carter. It was a nice little trophy. It had a good weight to it, and the sculpture of the car cast in some sort of fake golden metal was certainly pleasing, but it wasn't worth much. It was also fifteen years old, so any worth it did had was long evaporated. The title of “Best Car Design, Carter Williamson” decorated the bottom. It wasn't the dollar value of the trophy, but that it was the first step he'd taken to starting his business that was valu

speech. "H-Hi! Wow!" She looked at the trophy with the Tragic Writer engraved on it. She asks herself. Should she be happy or sad? "What should be said in this situation? It was my first time receiving and attending such things. Should I be happy? Or annoyed?" The people at the venue laughed. "First, I want to thank the organizers of this awards night. Sir Patrick! You are out of this world! You went overboard!" Everyone applauded.

Levi continued to explain, my heart pounding in my chest when I thought about that money. I could do a lot with that money. Mica stepped around the corner with a large trophy and a grin on his face. “Congrats Miss Montague,” Alpha Mica said thoughtfully as he handed me the heavy trophy. Nan and Irene had to help me hold it. “Thank you,” I said with a proud smile. “It’s surreal; I still can’t believe I won.” “Believe it,” Nan said, patting me on the shoulder. “You did incredible.”

“You have very good thinking skills! Come and receive the award that I’m presenting to you personally.” A trophy appeared in Paxton’s hands without Zayn’s notice. The trophy looked amazing with intricately-carved patterns. Moreover, there was an ineffable charm to the trophy. Zayn could tell at one glance that it was made by a skilled professional and that it cost a fortune to make. Paxton cast a look at Zayn before he threw the award strenuously into the air.

He added his pin. One by one, the others followed. Finch’s grin, Mark’s steady hand. By the end I had twelve shining pins across my chest. Mark pressed the trophy into my hands. My arms trembled at its weight. “You guys…” My voice came out tiny. “You worked hard for this. I don’t deserve—” Ronan cut me off with a smile. “You lifted our morale. These pins are yours. The trophy too. Please keep being our spirit.” The stadium erupted. Clapping, whistles, shouts. Heat spread across my cheeks as I clutched the cup, overwhelmed. No one had ever honored me like this.

With the thrumming music, Javier waved about the WCOTY trophy fervently, looking a little hysterical with joy, It was when Quinna and Trevor were both distracted that he purposely let the trophy slide from his hand and break it. The trophy was not made of alloy—the material was unknown, but it was pretty fragile. It shattered like a vase once it met the floor. The moment the trophy shattered, something tiny slipped out of it, and Javier stepped on it swiftly. After he did so, Quinna and Trevor looked down at the shards in a stupor. After some time, Quinna exclaimed in disbelief, “You prodigal man. We have two trophies left now. How are we taking photos when we go back!?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I only donated a few thousand dollars.” Taylor laughed but didn’t dwell on it. He still had an award to accept. A brief ceremony followed. The team received the trophy and a substantial prize of three million dollars. Taylor was named MVP, earning another medal and a monetary bonus.

Jack and Jeffery also gave her a congratulatory hug. “And…erm….sorry for cutting the celebration short..but I will also need to call the first and second runner. Just like the way we do it year after year, the first and second runner up will be given prizes too; but this year things seem to be different. We are also gonna give consolation prizes to the participants, but there will be a third runner up and that will be Jeffery Woodson” He muttered as Jeffery steed forward. “And we will be offering him a gift prize of 15 millions USD and a modeling contract…congratulation Jeffery” Axel shook hands with him, giving him the pendant.