Writing Awards Novels & Stories

The Scott-Hart Foundation eventually received this award, which is granted to institutions that have improved artistic innovation and social effect after years of tenacious efforts. A dining area decorated with luxurious turquoise satin shining in the chandeliers' gold light in the center of the award hall. The expressions on the faces of Cassie, Nicholas, Emma, and Ethan were a combination of pride, excitement, and the unshakable faith that had carried them this far. They sat quietly but firmly. What had begun as a daring notion—a daring wager on the power of art and altruism—had grown into a project that significantly impacted several persons' lives. Tonight, their victories, struggles, an

The host read out the names of all the nominees and my name was the fifth on the list out of seven writers. "You've got this," Grayson whispered in my ear, holding my hand under the table. "And the writer of the year award goes to..." The host trailed, creating a lot of tension in the room. "Rhea Knight with the book Royal Deception." I remained in my seat still in shock at what happened. I covered my face with my hand as began to tear up. Grayson helped me stand up when the spotlight landed and led me to the stage. He stood at the bottom while I climbed up to receive the award. I gave a short speech, thanking everyone for deeming me worthy of the award and also to my family for supporting m

she asked with a difficult expression. “Oh, I am sure Ms. Witherby won’t mind” Lesley chirped “and I don’t think it will make a difference what Ms. Williams thinks.” “But…” Sarah deliberately paused her speech as she waited for Dana to take her seat. She had spotted Dana being guided by Amy to the table were Ben, Frank and Ed were already seated. “Ms. Williams is actually an invited guest who is a nominee for the Gold award for her services” Gold awards were presented annually to individual members who were voted by members of the association for their exemplary contributions to the society and association.

Despite the unpromising name, the business awards in the first week of June is always a promising night out. I’ve attended for the last three years, either as a guest or a client, or on my company’s table. I will be the first to admit that it doesn’t sound exciting. Okay so the award ceremony itself is a little lacklustre, but by the time the ‘networking opportunities’ begin, people are so drunk that they struggle to stand up straight, never mind try to win their next big contract. It’s usually rather entertaining.

"It's true. Also, there are not only prizes for the top three but a commemorative award just by participating." "Woah, awesome!" Everyone knew that when it came to rewards and prizes, the Royal Creek Institute was extraordinary! Even their scholarships were far greater than most schools! So even a commemorative award would be some expensive luxury item! How could they miss out on that?

most of the guests shouted, accompanied by another clap. Soon, the award session started. The awardees were called onto the stage one after the other. They started from the start-up companies, and soon it was the big companies’ turn. The following awards for the companies were: the Leading Business Award, which is the biggest of all; the Spotlight Business Award; and the Fast Growing Business Award.

Hector gives a brief introduction for each person, submitted by whoever nominated them for the award, then the winner walks up to the podium to collect their engraved glass trophy, which is an intricate sculpture of the Bancroft logo. There are usually about 20 winners, and Hector makes quick work of running through the list. There’s a woman from HR, someone from the marketing department who’s relatively new, a man from the product design team, a seasoned member of the PR department, and one of the custodial staff. They’re all absolutely delighted to receive the award, smiling wide and bowing and practically bouncing back to their seats, and it’s heartwarming to see them all so happy.

“You?” “83,” she said as she moved to look at the awards. Turning to the table, I peered at the various awards, which went from last place to first place: a gift basket for two, two $50 gift cards to the local cafe, two free movie theater tickets, a $200 limit at one of the fancier restaurants in town, and finally, a free all-inclusive date night at the planetarium. “Looks like the organizers are really playing up the whole date thing this year,” Tina mused, scratching her head as she looked at all of the very couple-friendly awards. “Each award has a male and female winner, so I guess they either have to split it or go together.”

“Really? I had looked through the list, but I hadn’t recognized any of the names. I wasn’t actually planning on going to the award ceremony, but now, I think I’ll go.” He turns his focus back towards me. “I hope you win. The awards have often gone to some old grumpy person, who has given some additional donation to get the award. I’m happy they are finally looking at the younger people now and basing the winners off their talents and not their back accounts.” A crease forms along my forehead as I stare back at him. Why do I get a strange sense he knows more than what he is saying?

“Can’t a man change after two decades?” Everyone at Freya’s table laughed. Leon got up on stage to receive his award. There were two other awardees next: the Social Butterfly Award and the Most Dramatic Career Pivot Award. Host: “The next two awards are... a little special. So special that the winners are getting actual crowns. Because why not?” An assistant brought out what appeared to be a crown for a man and a woman. Next to the crowns were two glasses of wine.