Participation Trophy Novels & Stories

"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.

"I couldn't leave it. I'm sorry. I'm here." They configured the space, the three-way arrangement that was becoming natural—couch that accommodated, table that was central, the objects that were individual and shared. The trophy from the first championship, displayed not in arrogance but in origin-story, the beginning that had made this possible. The research award from the third year, Cyrus's name alone on the plaque but all three names in the citation, the recognition that was individual and collective. The child's drawing that was recent and already precious, the thank-you from the motorcycle survivor, the family rendered in crayon with three adult figures and one child, the label that rea

'Mom loves playing games, even if she doesn't always admit it. We continued to play together for hours, laughter and joy filling the air. As the sun began to set, it was time for us to go. I felt a sense of sadness as we gathered our things. “See, I told you we’d win!” Connor bounced beside me, his face flushed and triumphant. He clutched the tiny gold trophy in his small hand, its weight making his grin even wider. “You were amazing, champ,” I said, ruffling his hair. The sun glinted off the gold medal hanging around his neck, a testament to his incredible teamwork and the sheer joy of the game.

he complained, and I laughed. "Let me see those diapers." They presented their dolls to me and I examined them carefully. "Well, the diaper-changing trophy goes to the loser, who would've thought!" Cat handed me the little trophy they had made, one for each game. It was really cute, a mini golden cup-shaped trophy like the soccer ones, and on the black base a plaque that read Champion and the name of the game. "Die of envy, I'm taking all these trophies." Patrick taunted the others.

I can see Garrett in a fair few photos, but I don’t recognize anyone else in any of the photos and the ones where the riders are wearing their helmets are the most difficult because I can’t see their eyes through the visors. Garrett interrupted my train of thought as I was looking around the lobby to take me on a tour of the entire warehouse. I was very impressed with what I could see. Garrett had a whole CEO office-sized room that has a plaque on the door saying, ‘Garrett’s Trophy Room’ and inside was cabinet after cabinet of trophies, awards, shields, and pictures of him with major prizes like a cash prize and even cars.

His body seemed to tremble with excitement, and he couldn't contain his excitement any longer. With an exuberant burst of energy, Bless jumped up from his seat, and his tiny feet pattered on the stage as he ran towards the presenter, who knelt down to his level, extending a shiny trophy towards him. Bless's small hands reached out, trembling with excitement, to accept the trophy. It felt like a treasure from a fairy tale, and he clutched it to his chest with a mix of pride and wonder.

“And we are now going to award this prize to the Best Conceptual Developed Project——CAPTURE by Mr. Henry Nosrevi!” The applause echoed across the hall as the host said my name. Trying to draw me out of my thoughts, Victor pushed my shoulder repeatedly. “Henry! It’s your turn! Now get up the stage!” I stood up from the seat and walked to the stage, the bright spot light followed my trace. Putting up a bright smile, I walked up the stairs and came to Jamie Lee Peyton who was waiting to hand me the crystal trophy and the huge foam board mock cheque. That was my only chance to look at him from such a close distance, I was nervous, my palms were sweating that I was worried if I would drop the cry

Mona was very astonished and said, "I didn't think you would look thin but strong." Trent looked at her and said, "Do you want to give it a shot?" Rue put her hand over her mouth and smiled. "Okay, okay! Let Mommy give it a try." "I don't want." Mona said no without a doubt. Trent grabbed Mona’s award out of the box. "Here, the trophy has been given back to the person who won it." He brought out a trophy for the designer Award, which was the goal of many designers. But Mona didn't get it herself; she let him get it.

Someone came to me that moment and took my hand up then said, and this is the person that will represent our school in getting the trophy. "YAAAAAA...YAAA...YAA!!!", everyone stood up and shouted. I ran to meet someone closed to me and asked what was going on. He said, " This is an annual game that take place between CAMELOT school of wizards and some other schools. You have to get the trophy on time or else you might die or even be stuck there forever and you should... "HAAAA HAA HAAA!!!", someone carried me and threw me inside a place where I did not know how the entrance looks like.

Cheryl came in bearing a trophy, smiling as brightly as Jules was. Caroline looked at the trophy and saw the words "Rosebow." "What's this?" she asked. "You said you weren't joining the Rosebow Contest when I asked you last time, but the trophy's already here now. Were you planning to surprise us all?" Caroline accepted the trophy and repeatedly checked that the name on it was hers. Perplexed, she said, "But I didn't send in a design." Jules grinned and said, "Don't act humble, Ms. Evans. The trophy's right here."