The pinnacle of achievements


It was the pinnacle of his achievements: Nobel laureate in literature. His brow was weighted with the night before, a forge had nested in his head — from drinks and girls. He smiled, remembering the blonde student that was the climax of their bacchanal. Today he would receive the prize from the hand of the Swedish King.

He opened his eyes,focusing, he saw a stuck ceiling and chandeliers.

‘This is not my hotel room’, he panicked just as the TV-cameras captured the famous poet lying naked on the floor of the concert hall.

Today the king’s entrance went unnoticed.

© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


This week’s picture I thought about the award ceremony of the Nobel prize. Some authors might take out some of the joy of the celebration. Especially if you forget to bring your clothing to the ceremony.

Friday Fictioneers is run by queen Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, and each week the prompt attract close to 100 participants.



June 17, 2015

46 responses to “The pinnacle of achievements

  1. Ha ha ha! This is hilarious! (I think you meant “prize” rather than “price,” but this version kind of works too.)

  2. LOL. Funny twist at the end there. This story is not far from the truth ..we know of so many celebrities who lose their dignity to drink and women. Nicely done.

  3. Fantastic! A well written peice and I loved every word. it’s not surprising that that King was missed as they had already seen the family jewels lol 🙂

  4. He could always put out a press release about his new protest against awards and claim that it only works when the artist is stripped bare (both literally and figuratively) of conventions. That will win him new fans.

  5. We teachers sometimes have the “standing in front of our class naked” dream. I can’t imagine it actually happening! Excellent story and well told.

  6. Whoops! At least people expect poets to have a dissolute side. Better him than the King of Sweden lying their naked in the concert hall. I love that description of a hangover “a forge had nested in his head”.

  7. Oh dear! Still, poets are assumed to be eccentric, aren’t they? My logical mind does wonder why the blonde took his clothes away with her!

  8. Truth is indeed stranger than fiction… no doubt, he’ll be wishing for more of the latter! A very clever, amusing tale this week, Björn; thanks for the smile. 🙂

  9. Oh the poor man. It sounds like the kind of thing that happens on bucks’ nights (some say ‘stag nights’ I think), where the poor bridegroom can end up most embarrassed by the pranks his friends pull. But a Nobel prizewinner? Very funny.

  10. Martin Sheen wins a Noble prize. Your poet wasn’t very noble when it came to the award.
    Great story. Didn’t see that ending coming!

  11. Yeesh, this is so painfully funny. Poor guy, he did have a reason to be proud, but maybe he shoud have left the celebration until after getting the prize.

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