Participation Trophy Novels & Stories

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 "

“And with that, comes the end of today’s event. As a representative of the students in the academy, I hope that all of us will excel in becoming amongst the best Hunters in the world. Thank you.” ….. People flooded out of the main hall and were chatting amongst themselves. Some yawned in disinterest and some were very high in spirit as if they received some kind of inspiration. Matthew came out staring at his trophy and certificate. The trophy was small but its design was very unique, like an ellipse with star on top and in the middle of the star was the academy’s logo. A golden template that wrote “Best Junior Hunter” at the base of it. Matthew almost couldn’t believe that he was holding th

There were about ten participants and the youngest and thinnest was he, who had the audacity to look at the rest curiously. You're finished, dude. The animator dictated the rules clearly and quickly. A trophy and three hundred dollars would be the succulent prize for part of the meat they were going to eat. The other contestants were anxious and the most surprising thing is that Luc looked at me with a smile as if the competition were a piece of cake, which is illogical because eating a large amount of indecent meat and seeing who could eat the most in a time of no more than ten minutes, seemed crazy to me.

The preliminary stage takes 9 episodes of the show, the semifinal takes 3 episodes and the final, an episode. There are prizes for winners in this competition. The first, second and third position in each category receives a cash prize of different amounts, laptops, trophies and medals. The fourth to sixth position in each category also receives cash prizes of the same amount. All eliminated semifinalists and students eliminated in the preliminaries are also not left out in the receiving of cash prizes but theirs is lesser depending on when they were disqualified. Aside from this, every participating student gets a tablet each; text books and computer systems are given to the winner's school

Announcer "Now let's begin, the trainer to take the third place in the league is Kurt who showed his specialty of training Psychic type pokemons, congratulations" Kurt walked forward as the lady handed a Bronze Trophy to Goodshow. Goodshow "You did well young man congratulations" Kurt lifted his trophy and showed it to the crowd as they clapped for him. Announcer "Second place goes to the beautiful Assunta who fought with hard work and determination to earn her this place, Congratulations" Assunta walked forwards as Goodshow hands her over a Silver Trophy to her, she hugged it and raised it high in the air as a round of applause could be heard from everywhere

But Martin didn’t want to lift it alone. He lowered the cup slightly, turned to Damien, and reached for his hand. Their fingers interlaced naturally, rings pressing together with familiar warmth. Martin guided Damien’s hand to the other handle. Together, they raised the trophy as one—four hands, two hearts, one victory. The stadium exploded. The roar transformed into something primal and joyous, chants of “Martin! Damien!” rising from the stands in waves that drowned out everything else. It wasn’t just applause for a goal or a tackle; it was acceptance, celebration, and a collective exhale from fans who had witnessed the rawest kind of truth on the pitch tonight.

ZACK’S POV The stadium was filled with athletes, their family and friends and the huge crowd of audience who were deadly excited to see their beloved athletes perform their best. They all were hell bound on cheering for their favorite athletes at the top of their voices. Various announcements were being made about the sports venues and finally, after a long wait, the championship trophies were brought up to the stage for display. The Championship trophy was a huge golden colored one which was similar to the Zonal championship’s symbol. It was the symbol of unity, sportsmanship and victory. Winning this trophy could become an athlete's honor of earning what he deserved!!!

I agreed eagerly as he went to bring me some diabetic treats. I was still recovering from the after-effects of the competition. My stomach was so full that I thought I would puke any second or burst out into bits. Sweat was formed over my forehead and mouth as I wiped it with the sleeve of my shirt. There was sauce stains all over my clothes. I cringed inwardly. I needed to freshen up and I had brought a pair of spare clothes along with me. "George, George," I heard a man's voice coming from behind me and I turned around. One of the host of the competition came running to me and he handed me a small bronze coloured trophy with a cheque. "Here is your trophy and a cash price of thirty dollars

he asked, his expression naughty as he licked his lips. Instead of answering him I said, “I wanted to participate because of the gift prize which is ten thousand dollars. Why would you want to participate?” “Because I would like the trophy,” he replied simply. “Oh, okay and you will tell me what happened between us?” “You are quite certain that something happened between us,” he smiled with an evil glint in his eyes and I could feel myself getting warm all over. “Okay fine, I will participate in the competition with you, now tell me!” I compromised with the devil.

What the hell is he doing? He steps down from the platform and walks toward me, holding something in his hands. The pack parts for him, their eyes now trained on me. My stomach twists. “Trix,” I mutter under my breath, trying to keep my voice low. “What are you up to?” He stops in front of me, holding out what looks like… an award? It’s a beautifully crafted medallion, engraved with the Slater crest. “This,” he says, loud enough for everyone to hear, “is for you.”