A trophy to one person might be a peice of crap to anaother. Gillian walked down bridge road to the store and noticed a candy wrapper on the footpath. She could see it had been dropped by Stan, as he meandered home from school. She picked it up and stuffed it in her bag as she sighed a heavenly sigh of contentment.
He didn’t think of her like that, but everybody knew what she was. He might as well have put her on the mantle over the fireplace. He could well have changed her diapers while he was in college.
She looked to the counter top and dangerously it gleamed. A slow beam of golden sunshine peaked through the window, making her fingers itch to touch the cool plastic. It was the memory. The first soccer game she won. Her first real triumph in the ‘grown up world’, or so she thought. But, in reality, it was the beginning of reality punishing her for not being good enough. For not getting enough of the rewards that were now glaring at her from the counter top.
“Don’t touch.” Her mother chided.
If only it was that easy.
But, unfortunately greed isn’t that forgiving
i played chess when i was little and i loved it because i liked to kick the boys asses when they were least expecting it. I liked to win. It made me feel good, feel smart, feel awesome.
win
cup
success
competition
reward
podium
celebrate
celebration
prize
pride
proud
team
money
fame
press coverage
gold
silver
bronze
first place
medla
medal*
race
cup
drive
racer
Don’t see the pains you’ve suffered in life as something to forget – treasure them like a trophy. Show that you are stronger than the adversity you’ve faced. You can do this.
when the mood felt right he slipped his hand next to hers. just grazing the side of hers with the side of his. the cool of the stadium bleachers underneath. his heart was pounding and he was so nervous he was sure his hand was shaking. what would she think by this? would she be flattered or put-off? the world runs on confidence. one only needs to think they have succeeded in order to exude success. at least that’s what his dad says dale carnegie says. “nice pass,” she says and for a second he doesn’t realize she’s talking about the game. for a second he thinks she’s encouraging him. then he thinks maybe she’s doing both. maybe he’s thinking too much. the game is a welcome diversion, although he can’t concentrate on it he likes the excuse of facing forward. he knows his expression is all too transparent. if she saw his eyes and the angle of his eyebrows she’d know how nervous he was. or maybe she’d think he was sulking, his mother always tells him he looks nauseous or mad when he’s nervous. for a speech class they recorded each others presentations to see what they looked like. he looked like he was going to keel over and die right there. he kept clutching his stomach at odd times and looking at the ground to the right. how could he have not noticed this during his presentation. he consciously raises his eyebrows to make them appear normal, looks over at her and says, “great game, eh?” who says “eh”? he can’t believe he just said that. keeping his eyebrows up in a half smile she replies, “yeah.” now what? now what? he suddenly wants to go home. there’s nothing he can do. he can’t think straight. then the unbelievable happens, she laces her pinky over his pinky and under his ring finger and his heart sings! his face flushes. he feels like anything could happen, the earth could open up and swallow them both, the sky could pull them out and they could yo-yo between both worlds.
The head was held aloft, like a grisly trophy, until Izuru came back to himself and sheathed his weapon. He looked the decapitated monster’s body over with faint disgust, and whispered “You can’t despair any more.” before heading back to his captain.
Was it my first trophy? 3rd runner up in Miss Nebraska teenager. It was a relief not to have to take it any further, and to realize that “Peace” the subject of my interview question, comes from within.
a shiny award given to excellent achievements. A trophy is an acknowledgement of greatness and is greatly rewarded to anyone who receives one. It is also a brilliant way of showing children that achieving something can be rewarded.
Everyone wants a trophy, but yet they get stored away for “later” once we leave home. Do we ever get them out when we are older? Why do we keep trophies? I still have mine from high school. But they are in boxes. Waiting to be forgotten
I don’t want to be a trophy wife, but I do want to when several trophies in my life. I want my boyfriend/husband to be my trophy and I don’t want to pay a high price getting him, getting that trophy. thinking about all the trophies that i have in my room back in chicago. it’s crazy but they are from years ago. i want some trophies for recent years like this year! I hope i get more trophies this year and years to come for being a good teacher and implementing several different plans in the education system.
wife. Trophy wife. That’s what my ex-husband has landed himself. Like a dog with two cocks he is. It should be sickening, but oddly enough, I just feel embarrassed – not on his behalf, but on mine. That I ever fell for the kind of twit who would want a trophy wife and then try to dress it up as the real thing. I know. It’s bitter. I know it is, but I don’t care. He looks stupid. Even if he doesn’t care, which I’m sure he doesn’t, he still looks utterly stupid, like the 1970s are on permanent loop and he’s cashing in on some kind of out dated male emancipation…..but then I guess there’s the clue to why things didn’t work out…..
A juicy little burger that screams when you go to a party and bring home patys on a stick with bacon, seriously go and get it, it’s bbogus of all belief.
There was a women, beautiful in stature, hue, grace, but she was more than that. her husband will never know, her class mates will never turn there noses back down to look past her skin. She was lonely but in her death, remained just as beautiful.
I think trophies are over-rated. I am an athlete and competetor and i’ve won a few, but they don’t define me, they don’t give me anything I didn’t have before…they are really material and I think that everyone is a winner, trophies are insignifigant…as long as you have fun, you win.
he’d earned it, and no one could tell him otherwise.
everything from the blood on his shoes and clothes and hands to the scream still echoing in his ears – all were proofs of his hard work.
he’d wear the skins forever.
To get a trophy, you need to win something. However, there are many things in life that can be like a trophy without needing to have the trophy itself.
He was the only left now, and all he had to show for his participation in the war was the scar that cut his cheek, which he bore like a trophy.
He had been a cavalry captain and had fought many in fearsome and bloody battles always accompanied by his horse, Montego. Sometimes, he would get flashes of those times, almost as they were visions of past lives. He remembered the stench of gunpowder and blood in the air, the fearsome booming of the cannons, the ring of his saber as he drew it in preparation for battle; and always, always, the horrible cries of death and mercy that came from those around him.
“a truer me to see me through sees this…” an ego the size of eagles, the calm before the storm jealous of the storm and the night riding on its cold horse through the sky, riding toward me and me alone, the light of the stars shine upon my face for it is i that has made them and i that breathe their dust. the speed limit of light is no barrier for me because i create matter by rushing onward. i create you as i have created all you’s and all i’s for the trophy of intention is creation. six hundred seventy million miles an hour and all you see is me, no light beams or electricity only the pull of magnetism, the grip of gravity.
sophie. something you win. something that you can show off to peers and family members. rhymes with many words. trophy wife. trophy husband. trophy dog. gold, silver and bronze trophies. trophy car. another word for a prized possesion that you wish to show off
I never won a trophy when I was on the swim team, although I often got ribbons. One time, at dance, I fell into the trophy wall and slit my thumb on one. Trophies are difficult to dust. I never want to be a trophy wife.
“Trophy wife.” Is that what you think of when you look at me? I am intelligent. I am refined. I am beautiful. I guess that’s all you see. I can’t wait for this divorce to be final. Maybe then you’ll learn some respect.
I’ve got a lot of trophies. Mostly from when I played little league sports like soccer, baseball, and basketball. Never got to play little league football though. But anyway, trophies are little symbols of victory. Some people spend their entire careers chasing them, but to me a trophy will always just be that little piece of plastic I got at the end of every season of whatever little league sport I played.
As soon as i seen the finish line, i knew it was mine. I was in a close second, but i knew i could easily gain first place. I trailed the runner by a hair and the white line that streched across the paved road grew closer and closer. It was neck and neck then finally, i ripped across the thin cloth. The trophy was mine.
I stared at him, unable to comprehend just how oblivious he really was. His arm was around her waist, pulling her in as she played with her bleach blonde hair.
So, this was the girl my dad left my mom for.
She wasn’t impressive, really. She was someone who thought that the meat humans eat was actually the fat of the animal, not the muscle. She was someone who needed her house to be expensive and furnished all the time.
She was his trophy.
i have a trophy it is shiny and new. i don’t know where to put my trophy all i know it is shiny. SHINY.trophy backwards is yhport. just fun to know. what else is fun is spaaaaaaaace. SPAAAAAACE. ooohhhh! i should put my trophy in space. this site is really inspiring.
The boy shined the trophy for two hours but the prefect wouldn’t have it. A punishment so unfair. He had to stay they for more than 8 hours looking at a single name. Why the prefect was so insistent on getting this single trophy sparkly clean was beyond him.
A reward given to a selected person for doing an achievement in any kind of activity involving competition between two or several people. It can be various different sizes.
Social construction. A prize, binding us to competitions for ascendancy, blinding us from the joys of just competing. Glorifying the finish line and obstructing the beauty of the journey. Trophy. To win and remember more than the victory itself. A superfluous social construction of success.
Trophy, usually seen in a positive light. Trophies are held in high esteems in our modern American culture as a symbol of success, determination, and guts. Trophies, however, can also be animals or humans that have been killed. Most hunters take their prey’s head, props it up against a wall, and lumps it off with an axe to display it on their wall.
A trophy to one person might be a peice of crap to anaother. Gillian walked down bridge road to the store and noticed a candy wrapper on the footpath. She could see it had been dropped by Stan, as he meandered home from school. She picked it up and stuffed it in her bag as she sighed a heavenly sigh of contentment.
He didn’t think of her like that, but everybody knew what she was. He might as well have put her on the mantle over the fireplace. He could well have changed her diapers while he was in college.
She looked to the counter top and dangerously it gleamed. A slow beam of golden sunshine peaked through the window, making her fingers itch to touch the cool plastic. It was the memory. The first soccer game she won. Her first real triumph in the ‘grown up world’, or so she thought. But, in reality, it was the beginning of reality punishing her for not being good enough. For not getting enough of the rewards that were now glaring at her from the counter top.
“Don’t touch.” Her mother chided.
If only it was that easy.
But, unfortunately greed isn’t that forgiving
Boye entered the next room, and saw row upon rows of copper monuments the size of lamps. They looked like lamps as well.
“What are they?” he asked Jim.
“Trophies.”
“What for?”
“Bowling.”
“Oh. I didn’t know you bowled.”
“I don’t” he said, and left to the next room.
i played chess when i was little and i loved it because i liked to kick the boys asses when they were least expecting it. I liked to win. It made me feel good, feel smart, feel awesome.
win
cup
success
competition
reward
podium
celebrate
celebration
prize
pride
proud
team
money
fame
press coverage
gold
silver
bronze
first place
medla
medal*
race
cup
drive
racer
Don’t see the pains you’ve suffered in life as something to forget – treasure them like a trophy. Show that you are stronger than the adversity you’ve faced. You can do this.
when the mood felt right he slipped his hand next to hers. just grazing the side of hers with the side of his. the cool of the stadium bleachers underneath. his heart was pounding and he was so nervous he was sure his hand was shaking. what would she think by this? would she be flattered or put-off? the world runs on confidence. one only needs to think they have succeeded in order to exude success. at least that’s what his dad says dale carnegie says. “nice pass,” she says and for a second he doesn’t realize she’s talking about the game. for a second he thinks she’s encouraging him. then he thinks maybe she’s doing both. maybe he’s thinking too much. the game is a welcome diversion, although he can’t concentrate on it he likes the excuse of facing forward. he knows his expression is all too transparent. if she saw his eyes and the angle of his eyebrows she’d know how nervous he was. or maybe she’d think he was sulking, his mother always tells him he looks nauseous or mad when he’s nervous. for a speech class they recorded each others presentations to see what they looked like. he looked like he was going to keel over and die right there. he kept clutching his stomach at odd times and looking at the ground to the right. how could he have not noticed this during his presentation. he consciously raises his eyebrows to make them appear normal, looks over at her and says, “great game, eh?” who says “eh”? he can’t believe he just said that. keeping his eyebrows up in a half smile she replies, “yeah.” now what? now what? he suddenly wants to go home. there’s nothing he can do. he can’t think straight. then the unbelievable happens, she laces her pinky over his pinky and under his ring finger and his heart sings! his face flushes. he feels like anything could happen, the earth could open up and swallow them both, the sky could pull them out and they could yo-yo between both worlds.
The head was held aloft, like a grisly trophy, until Izuru came back to himself and sheathed his weapon. He looked the decapitated monster’s body over with faint disgust, and whispered “You can’t despair any more.” before heading back to his captain.
Was it my first trophy? 3rd runner up in Miss Nebraska teenager. It was a relief not to have to take it any further, and to realize that “Peace” the subject of my interview question, comes from within.
a shiny award given to excellent achievements. A trophy is an acknowledgement of greatness and is greatly rewarded to anyone who receives one. It is also a brilliant way of showing children that achieving something can be rewarded.
Everyone wants a trophy, but yet they get stored away for “later” once we leave home. Do we ever get them out when we are older? Why do we keep trophies? I still have mine from high school. But they are in boxes. Waiting to be forgotten
I don’t want to be a trophy wife, but I do want to when several trophies in my life. I want my boyfriend/husband to be my trophy and I don’t want to pay a high price getting him, getting that trophy. thinking about all the trophies that i have in my room back in chicago. it’s crazy but they are from years ago. i want some trophies for recent years like this year! I hope i get more trophies this year and years to come for being a good teacher and implementing several different plans in the education system.
wife. Trophy wife. That’s what my ex-husband has landed himself. Like a dog with two cocks he is. It should be sickening, but oddly enough, I just feel embarrassed – not on his behalf, but on mine. That I ever fell for the kind of twit who would want a trophy wife and then try to dress it up as the real thing. I know. It’s bitter. I know it is, but I don’t care. He looks stupid. Even if he doesn’t care, which I’m sure he doesn’t, he still looks utterly stupid, like the 1970s are on permanent loop and he’s cashing in on some kind of out dated male emancipation…..but then I guess there’s the clue to why things didn’t work out…..
A juicy little burger that screams when you go to a party and bring home patys on a stick with bacon, seriously go and get it, it’s bbogus of all belief.
a prize won/a wife/ uselss/ sad/ sexist/win/game
ornament/ gold
beautiful, symbolic pointless
There was a women, beautiful in stature, hue, grace, but she was more than that. her husband will never know, her class mates will never turn there noses back down to look past her skin. She was lonely but in her death, remained just as beautiful.
A phyical element that proves you acheived something great. It signifies honor and worth.
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I think trophies are over-rated. I am an athlete and competetor and i’ve won a few, but they don’t define me, they don’t give me anything I didn’t have before…they are really material and I think that everyone is a winner, trophies are insignifigant…as long as you have fun, you win.
he’d earned it, and no one could tell him otherwise.
everything from the blood on his shoes and clothes and hands to the scream still echoing in his ears – all were proofs of his hard work.
he’d wear the skins forever.
Sometimes I look
at him with such a
full heart
so fortunate to have
won his affection
He dismisses my sap
with an ah-shucks
wave of the hand
and on his most silly
days he’ll tell me that
he knows the truth
He is only my arm
candy – my trophy
husband.
To get a trophy, you need to win something. However, there are many things in life that can be like a trophy without needing to have the trophy itself.
5’10 , athletic build and or fat ass….something like a wife.
He was the only left now, and all he had to show for his participation in the war was the scar that cut his cheek, which he bore like a trophy.
He had been a cavalry captain and had fought many in fearsome and bloody battles always accompanied by his horse, Montego. Sometimes, he would get flashes of those times, almost as they were visions of past lives. He remembered the stench of gunpowder and blood in the air, the fearsome booming of the cannons, the ring of his saber as he drew it in preparation for battle; and always, always, the horrible cries of death and mercy that came from those around him.
“a truer me to see me through sees this…” an ego the size of eagles, the calm before the storm jealous of the storm and the night riding on its cold horse through the sky, riding toward me and me alone, the light of the stars shine upon my face for it is i that has made them and i that breathe their dust. the speed limit of light is no barrier for me because i create matter by rushing onward. i create you as i have created all you’s and all i’s for the trophy of intention is creation. six hundred seventy million miles an hour and all you see is me, no light beams or electricity only the pull of magnetism, the grip of gravity.
sophie. something you win. something that you can show off to peers and family members. rhymes with many words. trophy wife. trophy husband. trophy dog. gold, silver and bronze trophies. trophy car. another word for a prized possesion that you wish to show off
I never won a trophy when I was on the swim team, although I often got ribbons. One time, at dance, I fell into the trophy wall and slit my thumb on one. Trophies are difficult to dust. I never want to be a trophy wife.
“Trophy wife.” Is that what you think of when you look at me? I am intelligent. I am refined. I am beautiful. I guess that’s all you see. I can’t wait for this divorce to be final. Maybe then you’ll learn some respect.
The shiny golden statues that flirts with the light flowing through the blinds. A beacon to my achievements, flirting with my hope.
I’ve got a lot of trophies. Mostly from when I played little league sports like soccer, baseball, and basketball. Never got to play little league football though. But anyway, trophies are little symbols of victory. Some people spend their entire careers chasing them, but to me a trophy will always just be that little piece of plastic I got at the end of every season of whatever little league sport I played.
As soon as i seen the finish line, i knew it was mine. I was in a close second, but i knew i could easily gain first place. I trailed the runner by a hair and the white line that streched across the paved road grew closer and closer. It was neck and neck then finally, i ripped across the thin cloth. The trophy was mine.
I stared at him, unable to comprehend just how oblivious he really was. His arm was around her waist, pulling her in as she played with her bleach blonde hair.
So, this was the girl my dad left my mom for.
She wasn’t impressive, really. She was someone who thought that the meat humans eat was actually the fat of the animal, not the muscle. She was someone who needed her house to be expensive and furnished all the time.
She was his trophy.
i have a trophy it is shiny and new. i don’t know where to put my trophy all i know it is shiny. SHINY.trophy backwards is yhport. just fun to know. what else is fun is spaaaaaaaace. SPAAAAAACE. ooohhhh! i should put my trophy in space. this site is really inspiring.
The boy shined the trophy for two hours but the prefect wouldn’t have it. A punishment so unfair. He had to stay they for more than 8 hours looking at a single name. Why the prefect was so insistent on getting this single trophy sparkly clean was beyond him.
A reward given to a selected person for doing an achievement in any kind of activity involving competition between two or several people. It can be various different sizes.
Social construction. A prize, binding us to competitions for ascendancy, blinding us from the joys of just competing. Glorifying the finish line and obstructing the beauty of the journey. Trophy. To win and remember more than the victory itself. A superfluous social construction of success.
Trophy, usually seen in a positive light. Trophies are held in high esteems in our modern American culture as a symbol of success, determination, and guts. Trophies, however, can also be animals or humans that have been killed. Most hunters take their prey’s head, props it up against a wall, and lumps it off with an axe to display it on their wall.
Band marching. Winner. Proud. Pride. Respect. Shiny. Gold. Silver. Olympics. Canada. Bears. Vancouver. Russia. World war III. Nuclear holocaust. Snow. Siberia. Tears. Communism. Lenin. Stalin. Marxism. America. Cold war. Sadness. Enemy. Red intelligence. October. Birthday. Happiness. Depression. Suicide. Apathy. No one cares. Misanthropy. Cynical.
if you win, you get a gold peice of plastic when you get married ou get a blonde omb shell. you now have a trophy.