Writing Prompt
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Your protagonist won a highly respected award. Write their acceptance speech.
You can make up whatever award you wish, but you must follow the style of an acceptance speech. You can stick to classic thank you's, or think outside of the box.
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It is my privilege to be standing in front of you today to receive the John Newbery Medal. I am not one for awards or even the concept that one person should receive accolades for a personal victory. I believe that nothing is ever achieved by one person and that in some way shape or form all successful things in life are part of a collaboration of some sort. Whether it is a kind word or a simple smile, we all have the power to make a difference in someone else’s day or even life. So without adieu, I thank and except this award on behalf of all those who have contributed to the successful outcome of this project. I look forward to working on many more projects with you in the future..
“Thank you, thank you so much! I can’t believe it I’m still in shock. I never thought this day would come, but here we are.
I’d first like to thank my family for believing in me. I wouldn’t be who I am today without all of you. And to my human family, thank you for showing me that this is who I’m supposed to be by not loving me.
This prestigious award is proof that I was meant for this life. Ever since I’ve learned of this community I instantly knew it was for me. I held all of you before me with the highest honor when I first arrived and to be here tonight accepting this award, it means the world. It shows me that you hold me with that same honor and respect and for that I am eternally grateful.
I accept this Century’s Award for best Vampire with great pride ! Thank you so much and I hope to make you proud ! “
"And the Best Crime Director of the Year Award goes to... Y/n!"
Everyone started clapping. I was stunned. I was not expecting to get an award this year. Especially because this is my first award ceremony. I walk up on stage, accept my trophy, and give my speech.
"I would just like to say thank you."
"Thank you to my family, friends, and fans for making this happen."
"This award means the world to me and I couldn't be more thankful for you all."
I take a deep breath and say one final thing.
"You all have been a wonderful audience"
With that I walk off the stage and out the building with a smile on my face. I hear a loud explosion and turn around to see the building in flames. Thinking to myself.
"Everyone is going to love this one."
“Hello everybody. I have won this award this year to announce the newest initiates to our organization. We strive for control. At whatever costs. Ya you guys are allowed to cheer. The newest intitate comes from a highly talented family. Her siblings, Alia, Cole, and Leon, were close takers for her spot. But. They died and she lived. We want to provide a place where are people may thrive. We are not evil. We are determined. So come up here, the newest initiate to the hidden control, Mya!” My grandma waves toward me as I hesitantly take a step foward.
“As your test. Kill the one who means the most to you. So. Kill him.”
The mask flys off Harnans face as I am speechless. I thought. I though they didn’t know. I grab the knife handed at me as I look through the people standing here. I avoid looking at his face. I know he would say its all tight and he understands, but he shouldnt have to understand. If i really am hesitant. Do I deserve him. These people have been through unimaginable trauma. So has he. I look at my mom smiling. Truly smiling. And I look at his face. His eyes closed with a smile on his face. I try not to break. I take my arm back as I regrab the dagger. I stab him. Immediatly regret.
“Congradulations. The 222nd member of the hidden control. Mya”
The hands wrapped around the twisted golden sculpture are secure, self-assured. But the palms, palms full of tiny little sweat glands that are immune to false displays of confidence, grow slippery. I force myself to move my body, to let go of the object in my hand or to throw it into the crowd of people. Willing my hands to do anything brazen or stupid to show that this body is still mine, but of course, nothing happens. I feel his hold on me, like a heavy, suffocating blanket, and I know, like always, that he is the one in control.
My face- domineered by him alone- stretches into a smile. Our head turns slowly, from side to side, appraising the audience who are all here for one person and one person only: Me. Standing in their expensive fabrics and glasses filled with gold flaked champagne, they are every bit as pulled together and proper as one would expect a guest in this place to be. A place where being wealthy and affluent were the only guest list requirements.
I feel his consciousness bump against mine, stretching and expanding to web across my body and seize my vocal cords.
“Thank you all for being here tonight- really. Seeing all of you here to support me is….,” He trails, his voice growing thick with emotion.
“…is truly more than I deserve.”
‘It is more than you deserve, because you deserve none of this. All the hard work that got you here was my research, my mistakes’, I think. But if he hears my thoughts, he ignores them and continues with his act.
He raises the trophy to his lips and kisses it softly. For a second, I think I can feel the coolness of the metal, as though a phantom sensation from my lips. But the feeling is faint and passes quickly.
The trophy itself is a stupid looking thing, a gold and glass double helix, but what it represents is far more esteemed than its cheesy appearance. As though aware of the weight of the title I now hold, he runs his thumb absentmindedly over the letters at its base: Greatest Scientific Breakthrough of the Decade.
“This award not only represents a new chapter in the field of science, but perhaps a new chapter for humankind as a whole. The countless years of research, trials, and petitions for ethical bypasses has truly been challenging. But with my amazing team supporting me throughout all of this, I’m proud to say that we are finally ready to release our product to the public.”
No
No
NO
I want to scream, to rip him apart and kick him out of my body, but I can’t. There’s nothing I can do but listen to this monstrous man claim ownership of the work I had spent the entirety of my life perfecting. Unfortunately, it wasn’t until it was too late, that I had discovered what I had done. By then, my work was quite literally out of my hands, or perhaps it was still my hands, but out of my control.
“I’m honored to say that all of you, the elite- the top 1% of our population- will be the first to experience our invention, right here, right now,” he exclaimed, his voice growing in volume. The room immediately erupted in cheers, glasses clinking and sparkling white teeth catching the light.
He- I- gestured to the back of the room and everyone quickly turned their heads to see what was happening.
Eight beds were being rolled in by figures in white lab coats, wheels clicking on the smooth marble tiles. The newcomers pushing the carts- my own research students- smiled at the crowd as they wheeled in the beds and the machines, their faces giddy with pride.
The room immediately buzzed with curiosity as the guests turned to one another, whispering excitedly at the prospect of being front row witnesses to one of the key moments in human history.
Once the eight beds were lined up, all eight comatose patients on full display, he cleared his (my) throat again. Heads whipped back to face the podium again, their beady eyes glittering with fascination.
“I would like to introduce you all to my amazing team, the ones in white, not the…er…dead looking ones,” he joked. As expected, the crowd ate up his words greedily, laughing and chortling at his grim joke.
“The ones in the beds are actually our eight comatose patients. At the moment, while their bodies are in perfect health, they are considered brain dead, which means that their bodies are no longer under their control.”
He paused, waiting for the crowd to catch up with his words.
‘Remind you of yourself?’, he probed, the silent question meant only for me to hear. A bloom of anger filled me at his words, and I felt that anger ebb and flow, filling our dual owned body.
My left hand, the one still clutched around the trophy twitched, but he quickly covered it up by squeezing the sculpture tighter.
Was that me? Was I the one who had moved the muscles in that hand?
Before I could ponder the thought any longer, he cleared his throat and spoke again:
“In technical terms, we have been referring to these individuals as Ports, a readily available body for people like you- Hosts- to inhabit. What we have been working on in our lab for the past two decades, is a rather complicated process simply coined as Relocation of Conscious Experience.”
His eyes skimmed the crowd. I felt myself forcing our gaze to focus longer on my teammates standing in front of the audience. I willed them, any one of them, to see through him, to understand that the words coming out of my mouth were not my own.
In my time as team leader, I had voiced my fears about our project, mentioning repeatedly that this was an invention I never wanted to introduce to the public. They had to know that whatever was going on tonight was something I would never do. The words coming from my mouth belonged to Hamish Driesell, my former mentor. A man who had always been a key supporter of this radical and unethical scientific project, intending it to be used for practices I had aways condoned. But of course, with my body and my vocal cords forming the words, there was no way for them to know the truth. That none of this was my idea. Even this award in my hand, did not truly belong to me.
“Tonight, I will be asking eight of you to be the first volunteers to participate in this lucrative experience. We will be temporarily transferring your conscious experience into these brain-dead individuals. For approximately fifteen hours, will have the chance to inhabit a healthier, younger, more attractive body. In those hours you, in this new body of yours, will be free to go wherever you please and do whatever you please”. He said that last part with a wink and a cheeky grin, inciting another round of giggles.
“So, who are my lucky eight?” He roared, jumping down from the low stage to stand amongst the crowd. Immediately hands shot in the air and the room rattled with animation and anticipation.
It seemed he was too high on excitement, examining the crowd for worthy volunteers, to pay attention to his left hand.
The hand that had finally dropped the trophy, sending it rolling across the red carpet.
Hello everyone, first of all, I would like to thank Ron and Harry for helping me to take more risks in life, even though that’s nothing to do with the Golden Wand awards. laughter I’d also like to thank my parents who supported me as a witch when they are muggles. I started the journey, and my friends and family pushed me to keep going. It’s been an honor to have won this award. To bad I already taught Ron it’s LeviOsa. Thank you, goodbye! cheering Okay, I think that’s good. Now, what should I wear?
…Quite a breath taking moment for Martha, as she was about to announce a simple ‘thanks’ to a gigantic audience. “How embarrassing this will be”, Martha thought, as she is an introvert and did not have any practice of public speech. She walks into view for the audience to see, blushing, and with an awkward smile that could tell you that she has never done this in her entire life. “Um…uh…well..hello everybody”, Martha begins to speak, scrambling for the right words, “how…uh…delightful it is to be here with…um..all of you guys…I’d just like to say…heh…thanks for this award I guess…”. Silence. This reward is special, and is only awarded to the best witches and wizards ONCE per year, for Martha is a very talented witch and also knows that she can NOT mess this up…not for 1,000 dollars… “So, I would like…um…to uhh….accept this reward for its GREAT meaning and…eh..later put it up on my shelf for admiration…” As she continued her babble to stall time, the awarders couldn’t stand it any longer and began to clap as a sign of ‘this NEEDS to be over’ instead of a symbol of enjoyment. “Yes! Yes, great speech! Now, we can all agree that Martha Stewards deserves this reward for she is an outstanding witch! Thank you for your time, and hope to see you in the next reward ceremony for the best witch/wizard of the year!”
“Hey everyone.” Bucky starts. “For those of you who don’t know I’m James Buchanan Barnes, but you can call me Bucky.” Bucky smiles awkwardly. “I wanted to thank Steve for giving me the privilege to be human again. If he didn’t get me out of Hydra I wouldn’t get this award, so thank you Steve and thank you Queens!” Bucky runs off stage to give you a hug.
deep breath
"Um, hello everyone. I, um, just wanted to start, uh, by saying that" pause "that I'm glad for everyone being able to make it" smiles in embarrassment at the awkward sentence
"So, uh, I just wanted... I'm very thankful to be receiving this award for Highest Customer Engagement." smiles nervously, feeling undeserving of the award
"For those of you who don't know me, I, well I am new to the company this year, so, yeah, again, very thankful. Uh, I enjoy the work I've done so far here" internally knows it's a lie. "I've put a lot of work in since starting" cringes a bit, "and I couldn't have done it without my mentors," pause," uh, Matt and Noah! Thanks to the both of you!"
pauses, face getting red
"Um, anyways, I've learned a lot so far and I think this role has helped me develop more upon my soft skills... and I'm glad to be able to contribute to the company!" weak smile
"Again, couldn't thank you enough for voting for me" voice is shaky
"So, uh, yeah, thanks"
The young man ends his speech looking at the reflection of himself in his bedroom mirror. He brings his hand up to his face, feeling the burning red of his cheek. His sleeve wrinkles with his raised arm, causing the suit to be pulled up with it, making his outfit look awkward and ill fitted. With his toes curled up into the carpet of his bedroom floor, he gives his reflection a look of disapproval. His eyes shift to the reflection of the wall calendar behind him, the sharp red circle of tomorrow's date catching his gaze. Anxiety flows through his body once more.
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