I have never won any trophies. At least nothing significant. Why is that? I maybe don’t put myself out there enough. I am afraid of taking the risk. I have never really wanted one either I suppose. Although I like to be recognized for my achievements, I really only look for that recognition from people who are close to me.
Whitney Sansom
winning recieving this because you are good at something. gold, silver, metal. first place, second place maybe? means something to one person or could mean everything to the world. olympics, sports.
christine
As I walked down the street, I cried. Cried at the fact that I had not won the trophy. I was obviously more qualified. I had worked, worked, worked. I had struggled. Sweat had poured down my neck because of the task. But no, I did not win. I never win. Ever. No matter how hard I try, I never win. Never, ever. Why? I don’t know why. Everyone says that it’s because of my kindness. I need to be harsher, less giving. But I
Tabitha Greenwich
I won today, something I haven’t done for a while. Something I never thought I would do again. It is a dream to think after all that has happened I am back on top. This time I won’t look down.
Lauren
A neat but crowded little room in Scarborough Ontario housed the biggest trophies I had ever seen, high up on a shelf. They were Alan’s typing trophies. He was ranked among the fastest typers in Ontario and he was my friend’s big brother.
the girl down the hall
It held all the love and adoration that had previously been put on its beholder. Long after he died the spoil lived on. Animated by the memories of how it was won.
I was finally happy to finally receive my first trophy. It was something I’d never experienced before and I couldn’t have found myself to be any happier. I sat there, on my bed, staring at the golden trophy glinting in the reflection of the morning light, and there was something fluttering inside of my chest. Something closely resembling happiness. I’d never had a trophy before, never had anything to tell me I was good enough.
Ariana
There once was a lonely trophy just sitting and waiting to be won, it was held by no victors and was never a spoil but always was valued as one. It got so depressed one day that it nearly lost its shine
Kyle
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ashlee
I thought he had a trophy wife, but I was very mistaken. She looks nothing like I thought she would. Even still, she is his wife. She is the woman he loves and cares for. Is it possible that he made a mistake, or is he simply “testing the waters” of what “might have been?”.
A trophy is beautiful, i won a trophy once at it made my week. One day I’ll win another one, I’m not sure what for, but I know it’ll definitely happen. Probably for something rather awesome too. Just you wait and see… watch this space.
John
The trophy of life is what everyone wants to achieve on this race, but we run in blindness and don’t know what we gonna get.
Diana
I wish I could get such a thing as a trophy. Or to be the prize wife would be great to. My best friend is my husband yet I am not the trophy wife. I am just one person that he was willing to spend the rest of his life with. But, I will make him proud to call me his wife.
Shannon
If Danny could have done one thing, it was win that trophy. He wished he’d run faster, hit the ball harder, put out a hit on the opposing team, ANYTHING just to win that trophy. Because the giant, empty trophy case he bought for his living room looked really stupid.
The trophy sat on the mantle of the fireplace, winking brilliantly in the reflected sunlight from the window. The trophy didn’t represent any particular win or accomplishment, rather, it was a reminder. It was there to remind him of what he could have been if he wanted, but he was just too lazy to do it.
Jessica
trophy wives are of orange county and other rich areas. these are gold digging woman whose sole purpose in life is to be rich. it’s absolutely ridiculous. to think that money can make you happy. money is a trophy too. trophy wives and trophy money. in the end none of it matters.
Stephanie
He hoisted it firmly in his hands, watching the glittering reflections play off of its many facets. Sweat dripped from his brow and chin with the effort, as slowly the weight overcame him. As the trophy descended, his eyes fell on the auditorium. It was empty. How long had he spent to savor his own victory?
Jerome Pennington
Is that all you have, trophy? This is the third time in a row I’ve been asked to write something about trophies. It’s not amusing, it’s annoying, and I fear I shan’t be giving this site any more attention, I mean seriously, why? Is it a daily word thing, or am i just unlucky? Argh…And you can write as much as you like after the 60 seconds, too, which makes no sense! Laa!
win nice rewart you get sucsses great go on motivate sometimes you don’t need it its just for the show most times golden
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i have a bunch of chess trophies from when i was in elementary school in california and after getting beat by a nine year old i realized that i’m actually terrible at chess, what was i thinking. this kid named seth or sean won the first prize trophy, but i only remember the 7th place trophy because it had a tiny girl next to it. we were outside, and it was sunny, and we were in california. i wonder what seth/sean is doing now, and i should probably go play chess some more to practice.
Amy
Trophy? Is that how you see her? You don’t have the slightest understanding of what she is, what she can be. Leave now. Blahhhh this one sucks. RANDOM wordss to fill timeeee okay done
Trophy. That’s what he was. A corpse dressed up as a wax dummy, for the curator of this museum was cruel. He couldn’t move, or breath, he was just suffocated in the blank confines of the corner. A man looked at him, and commented on how lifelike he looked. He tried to motion for help, but was totally still.
She was all dalled up. Beautiful, glamerous, and shallow. All these people here saw here as a trophy, just another thing her husband had one, just another prize for the mantle piece. It had been a whirlwind thing, and soon they were engaged and she was in love. But he wasn’t, no, he never could be, and she was trapped, doomed to be a trophy forever.
I never have received a lot of trophies in my life. As a team I did in Pantheras. Nothing beats working together as a team and placing at the different competitions. But to me, a trophy doesn’t matter as much as the sense of accomplishment does. It was some of the best moments in my life to be with my friends and teammates.
My Oscar acceptance speech was perfect. Nothing had ever come so naturally to me. I knew that the moment I stepped up on that stage, I would never be forgotten. I sat in the velvet seats, my eyes closed and my fingers crossed, breathing deeply, waiting for my name to be announced.
“And the award for best leading actress in a movie goes to…Natalie Portman in Black Swan!”
…WHAT?! I watch her stride up to the stage, grinning, tears streaming down her face. That should have been ME. I’M supposed to be up there, standing in that spot, crying and making history.
That was the day I swore to myself I would do WHATEVER it takes to succeed in acting. Anything at all.
Caroline
I looked at that trophy, and I knew all that training was worth it. All that pain, was now accomplishment. I tear fell down my cheek, hot with pride. I did it…I really did it.
Liz
things that signify excellence. not always looked upon as necessary. who decides who gets it? what criteria should it be judged by? why a trophy anyway? not of any real value, just an object. but we should probably all strive to at least deserve one in whatever we do.
Faazi
my trophy this time is green. it has four legs. it has eyes on either side of its head. its green, or brown or some murky in between. but its my trophy. and i’ve conquered my fear of somethings slimy.
jennay
gold, banal, empty, hollow achivement , sign of a life wasted on a futile goal, memories of shcool failures at the egg and spoon, loved only for your appearence and youth and perky tits
Chloe
The hall, filled with antlers and heads. Stuffed yesteryear, the smell old and musty. Even chairs made of horns and bone.
I remember when I won my first trophy. I was just a little girl in a gymnastics meet. It wasn’t easy it took a lot of hard work. Gymnastics was everything for me for a while. I trained hard every day. I never had a lot of free time. My life was practice, school and homework. I don’t regret it at all. I would do it all over again.
Danielle
Something as elusive as a trophy
can ride on your hip, can itch your
motives dry, can scathe your knees,
only to find that it is only a cheap piece
of gold coated plastic.
Maxie
I already did this llalalalalallalalallalalalajbn,smfdkjksdfsnkmlf,l how do I get a new word???????????????????????????????///////////////////////sfjhundssfidkls ballsackkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk haarry pottaaaaaah harrrrrrrrry potttttahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj i want chicken nuggets
lalala
I couldn’t believe it when they called my name. Did this mean that I actually won something for the first time in my life? And I would get a trophy to prove it for ever and ever? Wow!
Wait a minute. This was just a dream. Time to wake up and face another dreary day like any that preceded it.
Dirkfr
On the top of the trophy case sat a small book with words inside. Or…words that had been inside. Blank, now, because a fiendish seven year old had taken scissors to the words and cut all of them out over the course of the past year. A word, cut out in a box, and discarded, until there was only a small book with words inside that had been taken out. Gutted.
A trophy. Dull, blurred at the edges. A name that is faded, barely existing, a shadow. A shadow of a hero. Of a figure. Of a leader. What is to become of you? Will you be soon found in a cardboard box, merely a memory?
I’ve many trophies in my room. Most of these are from when I was a young’un…I don’t play in competitive sports anymore. Thankfully. Most of the people playing in teams are arses, anyway. Unfortunately the large majority of these are plastic trophies. Would’ve liked some metal ones………
muffun
One time I won a trophy. I don’t remember what it was for. Have I ever won a trophy? i don’t think I have, actually. That’s very disappointing. What would I have won a trophy for anyways? Sitting around, being a ballerina? I’m not even a good dancer.
Elena
I’ve never gotten a trophy. I could get one for so many reasons, for being a great speller, for surviving a suicide attempt then recovering, for helping the youth of my community. But no one cares enough about me to give me an award.
I have never won any trophies. At least nothing significant. Why is that? I maybe don’t put myself out there enough. I am afraid of taking the risk. I have never really wanted one either I suppose. Although I like to be recognized for my achievements, I really only look for that recognition from people who are close to me.
winning recieving this because you are good at something. gold, silver, metal. first place, second place maybe? means something to one person or could mean everything to the world. olympics, sports.
As I walked down the street, I cried. Cried at the fact that I had not won the trophy. I was obviously more qualified. I had worked, worked, worked. I had struggled. Sweat had poured down my neck because of the task. But no, I did not win. I never win. Ever. No matter how hard I try, I never win. Never, ever. Why? I don’t know why. Everyone says that it’s because of my kindness. I need to be harsher, less giving. But I
I won today, something I haven’t done for a while. Something I never thought I would do again. It is a dream to think after all that has happened I am back on top. This time I won’t look down.
A neat but crowded little room in Scarborough Ontario housed the biggest trophies I had ever seen, high up on a shelf. They were Alan’s typing trophies. He was ranked among the fastest typers in Ontario and he was my friend’s big brother.
It held all the love and adoration that had previously been put on its beholder. Long after he died the spoil lived on. Animated by the memories of how it was won.
I was finally happy to finally receive my first trophy. It was something I’d never experienced before and I couldn’t have found myself to be any happier. I sat there, on my bed, staring at the golden trophy glinting in the reflection of the morning light, and there was something fluttering inside of my chest. Something closely resembling happiness. I’d never had a trophy before, never had anything to tell me I was good enough.
There once was a lonely trophy just sitting and waiting to be won, it was held by no victors and was never a spoil but always was valued as one. It got so depressed one day that it nearly lost its shine
success winning love serial killings good memories sports rewarding 2nd place corruption politics hearts replacements
I thought he had a trophy wife, but I was very mistaken. She looks nothing like I thought she would. Even still, she is his wife. She is the woman he loves and cares for. Is it possible that he made a mistake, or is he simply “testing the waters” of what “might have been?”.
A trophy is beautiful, i won a trophy once at it made my week. One day I’ll win another one, I’m not sure what for, but I know it’ll definitely happen. Probably for something rather awesome too. Just you wait and see… watch this space.
The trophy of life is what everyone wants to achieve on this race, but we run in blindness and don’t know what we gonna get.
I wish I could get such a thing as a trophy. Or to be the prize wife would be great to. My best friend is my husband yet I am not the trophy wife. I am just one person that he was willing to spend the rest of his life with. But, I will make him proud to call me his wife.
If Danny could have done one thing, it was win that trophy. He wished he’d run faster, hit the ball harder, put out a hit on the opposing team, ANYTHING just to win that trophy. Because the giant, empty trophy case he bought for his living room looked really stupid.
The trophy sat on the mantle of the fireplace, winking brilliantly in the reflected sunlight from the window. The trophy didn’t represent any particular win or accomplishment, rather, it was a reminder. It was there to remind him of what he could have been if he wanted, but he was just too lazy to do it.
trophy wives are of orange county and other rich areas. these are gold digging woman whose sole purpose in life is to be rich. it’s absolutely ridiculous. to think that money can make you happy. money is a trophy too. trophy wives and trophy money. in the end none of it matters.
He hoisted it firmly in his hands, watching the glittering reflections play off of its many facets. Sweat dripped from his brow and chin with the effort, as slowly the weight overcame him. As the trophy descended, his eyes fell on the auditorium. It was empty. How long had he spent to savor his own victory?
Is that all you have, trophy? This is the third time in a row I’ve been asked to write something about trophies. It’s not amusing, it’s annoying, and I fear I shan’t be giving this site any more attention, I mean seriously, why? Is it a daily word thing, or am i just unlucky? Argh…And you can write as much as you like after the 60 seconds, too, which makes no sense! Laa!
win nice rewart you get sucsses great go on motivate sometimes you don’t need it its just for the show most times golden
i have a bunch of chess trophies from when i was in elementary school in california and after getting beat by a nine year old i realized that i’m actually terrible at chess, what was i thinking. this kid named seth or sean won the first prize trophy, but i only remember the 7th place trophy because it had a tiny girl next to it. we were outside, and it was sunny, and we were in california. i wonder what seth/sean is doing now, and i should probably go play chess some more to practice.
Trophy? Is that how you see her? You don’t have the slightest understanding of what she is, what she can be. Leave now. Blahhhh this one sucks. RANDOM wordss to fill timeeee okay done
Trophy. That’s what he was. A corpse dressed up as a wax dummy, for the curator of this museum was cruel. He couldn’t move, or breath, he was just suffocated in the blank confines of the corner. A man looked at him, and commented on how lifelike he looked. He tried to motion for help, but was totally still.
She was all dalled up. Beautiful, glamerous, and shallow. All these people here saw here as a trophy, just another thing her husband had one, just another prize for the mantle piece. It had been a whirlwind thing, and soon they were engaged and she was in love. But he wasn’t, no, he never could be, and she was trapped, doomed to be a trophy forever.
I never have received a lot of trophies in my life. As a team I did in Pantheras. Nothing beats working together as a team and placing at the different competitions. But to me, a trophy doesn’t matter as much as the sense of accomplishment does. It was some of the best moments in my life to be with my friends and teammates.
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My Oscar acceptance speech was perfect. Nothing had ever come so naturally to me. I knew that the moment I stepped up on that stage, I would never be forgotten. I sat in the velvet seats, my eyes closed and my fingers crossed, breathing deeply, waiting for my name to be announced.
“And the award for best leading actress in a movie goes to…Natalie Portman in Black Swan!”
…WHAT?! I watch her stride up to the stage, grinning, tears streaming down her face. That should have been ME. I’M supposed to be up there, standing in that spot, crying and making history.
That was the day I swore to myself I would do WHATEVER it takes to succeed in acting. Anything at all.
I looked at that trophy, and I knew all that training was worth it. All that pain, was now accomplishment. I tear fell down my cheek, hot with pride. I did it…I really did it.
things that signify excellence. not always looked upon as necessary. who decides who gets it? what criteria should it be judged by? why a trophy anyway? not of any real value, just an object. but we should probably all strive to at least deserve one in whatever we do.
my trophy this time is green. it has four legs. it has eyes on either side of its head. its green, or brown or some murky in between. but its my trophy. and i’ve conquered my fear of somethings slimy.
gold, banal, empty, hollow achivement , sign of a life wasted on a futile goal, memories of shcool failures at the egg and spoon, loved only for your appearence and youth and perky tits
The hall, filled with antlers and heads. Stuffed yesteryear, the smell old and musty. Even chairs made of horns and bone.
I remember when I won my first trophy. I was just a little girl in a gymnastics meet. It wasn’t easy it took a lot of hard work. Gymnastics was everything for me for a while. I trained hard every day. I never had a lot of free time. My life was practice, school and homework. I don’t regret it at all. I would do it all over again.
Something as elusive as a trophy
can ride on your hip, can itch your
motives dry, can scathe your knees,
only to find that it is only a cheap piece
of gold coated plastic.
I already did this llalalalalallalalallalalalajbn,smfdkjksdfsnkmlf,l how do I get a new word???????????????????????????????///////////////////////sfjhundssfidkls ballsackkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk haarry pottaaaaaah harrrrrrrrry potttttahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj i want chicken nuggets
I couldn’t believe it when they called my name. Did this mean that I actually won something for the first time in my life? And I would get a trophy to prove it for ever and ever? Wow!
Wait a minute. This was just a dream. Time to wake up and face another dreary day like any that preceded it.
On the top of the trophy case sat a small book with words inside. Or…words that had been inside. Blank, now, because a fiendish seven year old had taken scissors to the words and cut all of them out over the course of the past year. A word, cut out in a box, and discarded, until there was only a small book with words inside that had been taken out. Gutted.
A trophy. Dull, blurred at the edges. A name that is faded, barely existing, a shadow. A shadow of a hero. Of a figure. Of a leader. What is to become of you? Will you be soon found in a cardboard box, merely a memory?
I’ve many trophies in my room. Most of these are from when I was a young’un…I don’t play in competitive sports anymore. Thankfully. Most of the people playing in teams are arses, anyway. Unfortunately the large majority of these are plastic trophies. Would’ve liked some metal ones………
One time I won a trophy. I don’t remember what it was for. Have I ever won a trophy? i don’t think I have, actually. That’s very disappointing. What would I have won a trophy for anyways? Sitting around, being a ballerina? I’m not even a good dancer.
I’ve never gotten a trophy. I could get one for so many reasons, for being a great speller, for surviving a suicide attempt then recovering, for helping the youth of my community. But no one cares enough about me to give me an award.