Participation Trophy Novels & Stories

“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.

“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.

The trophy sat on my desk, catching the morning sunlight that filtered through my cheap blinds. It was a sleek, geometric shard of crystal, etched with the words International Indie Dev Showcase - Gold Medal. It was heavy. It was prestigious. It was the culmination of two years of sleepless nights, caffeine overdoses, and coding marathons. But as I stared at it, nursing a lukewarm cup of instant coffee, it felt hollow.

she pushed me towards the ground area of the school where results were going to announce at any minute. When I entered the scene of it, everyone was already present there. Veronica, Cole, and Nathan with other all finalists, a total of fifteen students were on the header row of the seating arrangement near the stage, while the other students were at a suitable distance from the stage. Mr Bennett was standing at the stage with some envelopes in his hands, maybe with our result who knows? A very fascinating trophy was placed on the right side of him; golden in colour and STUDENT OF THE YEAR was printed on it. That trophy was everything that a student would ask for! Embodied with the brilliancy

A large silver trophy was carried onto the field. It was beautiful. The trophy was tall and polished, with the Arrowfang emblem engraved across the front. Bright lights reflected off the silver surface as it was brought toward us. One of the senior university officials stepped forward. "Today, Team SilverPower demonstrated exceptional teamwork, discipline, endurance, and determination." The crowd applauded. The official looked at each of us before continuing. "You faced every challenge together and refused to give up when victory seemed out of reach. That is exactly what this competition was created to test."

He looked at me like I was crazy now. “And do you want to know what it means to not touch the trophy?” He laughed mockingly. “It means he isn’t going to be eligible for kingship. This is his coronation year, Sky. And that trophy is the first transfer of power.” Instantly, something struck in my brain. The trophy. It meant kingship too. Also—one of the reasons why they don’t want him to touch it? Because he automatically becomes the Alpha of Silverfangs? And any attack on him then, as a ruling alpha may cause a war between the south and the north?

“This one is from a robotics competition, this one is from a computer production competition, and this one… this one is from a math competition! Mom said that the math competition was held in Nilus City, so she especially had Uncle come and stay for a while!” Monica flipped through the album and found the photos from the math competition as she said, “This is Uncle's photo with my mom after he won the math competition! Look, his name is even engraved on this trophy.” Monica pointed to the photo. On the golden trophy in the photo, his name was clearly engraved. The two words written clearly on the trophy were ‘Dimas Martinez’.

Music blasted through speakers, tables overflowed with food and students crowded around the championship trophy taking pictures. Lydia somehow gained access to a microphone which immediately became everybody else's problem and Klaire looked equally dangerous. Nikola loved it, the energy, the noise… everything. Well, of course he did. He spent ten straight minutes in the room posing beside the trophy, then another ten and then another. At one point Elias physically dragged it away. "You already have pictures." "I need more." "You have fifty-seven." "I need fifty-eight." "You are impossible." "I know." Eventually the celebration settled. People ate, people talked and the music lowered. The tro

“Me too. I picked it out myself this time.” We moved around and I appreciated the beauty and design of everywhere. There was a section for the adults and children. Waiters and waitresses moved with trays of champagne. The placed buzzed with that simple laughter, the rich tends to have. I laughed as Tiffany ran towards Leo on the golf course. “Oh. You’re so grown” Leo said as he caught her and threw her up in the air before catching her . “Sophia “ “Leo “ “Sophia?” “Maria.” “You invited her”

One could only see her head from the jacket. She was holding Octavia's crystal trophy like a microphone. Lined up on the dining table was her audience of stuffed animals. The little girl cleared her throat and continued... "This award is dedicated to my smartness, cuteness and my very beautiful hair. But most especially to the delicious snacks. And to my loyal supporters, Mr. Bunny who believed in me and Princess sparkles who always cry with me..." Octavia leaned against the door, folding her arms in amusement. The little girl held the trophy up "I promise to continue being amazing! Thank you, thank you, don't mention "