An Olympia typewriter at the American Writers Museum

AWM Story of the Week

Every week, the AWM is excited to bring you stories written by our visitors in our Story of the Day exhibit. Check back weekly for new stories, and visit the Museum to try out our typewriters and possibly be featured here!

This sounds like the beginning of a great novel, we can’t wait to hear more from you Jael:

Away in the distance, arriving in a cloud of dust and smog, arrived Mr. Ugo. His flying contraption, for that is all I could call it as it was neither an air vessel nor a passenger bird, automatically put a smile on my face.

“Mr. Ugo” I called out. He took one look at me and raised a hand to wave.

“What is this one supposed to be?” I asked.

The contraption landed and I covered my face to shield from the dust. When it cleared, and Mr. Ugo descended down the rickety stairs, he said, “A dragonfly. Can’t you tell?”

-Jael Montellano

To My Man

And His 48th Birthday

Orange, yellow

childish memories from rainbow


that no one wears out of home.

You borrowed my clothes,

leftovers from an era

without knowing

with solitude,

without your presence

with every advancement in my own mind

Black and white absent,

how could I say my appearance

in front of you

was ever so unbroken?

Father, don’t make my mistakes

your adolescence:

life borrows time with no return

from every strict man

afraid to indulge in leisure.

Let go of my past

and the colors that don’t match,

wake up tomorrow the way you always dressed

with dignity admired by all eyes

without need to recycle what I left behind

with vibe that you’ve tasted all corporate wines

without fearing what you fear ever again.

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-Mike Yunxuan Li

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