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!
We mail letters to Santa every night from visitors, but this visitor wanted to post it on the wall instead – we’re hoping Santa will at least see it here. Stop by to write your own letter and put it in the mail box in our Children’s Literature Gallery to be picked up by the elves every night.
For Christmas this year I would like to have world peace and happppppppppy students!
This is a sweet Christmas story written by a young visitor – we hope all of you continue to have magical holidays this year too!
Hi, my name is Maddy. I was the best person ever. Until one night, somebody forgot about me.
So, I guess this is where our story starts.
It was a nice night out and was very calm. But all the sudden Maddy hears a noise coming from outside. No, it was the roof. She goes outside to check it out, but right before she put her foot on the snow, she remembered something, something happens this night every year…
She was so excited that Santa hadn’t forgotten her again like he had for the past few years. So, she goes back into her room.
In the morning she can’t wait to see what Santa brought her. So, she rushed downstairs to see what he brought. There was only one small gift that would be so small she almost missed it. The second she saw it, she opened it as quick as she can. But, there was nothing inside. She was very upset. But then, she checked it again and there was something…a note. It said to look outside. And outside was all of her presents from years that Santa forgot about her. She was so happy that she wasn’t forgotten again. This was Maddy’s best Christmas!
Maddy M., 11
The gifts of reading and writing can open whole new worlds:
One day a little girl walked into a writers museum with her grandparents. She was irritated she needed to go and thought she would be bored.
She was looking at a row of typewriters when one of them started typing all by itself. “How could this be?” she thought. She couldn’t see an electric cord or a battery ANYWHERE. The room began to spin as the letters started to fly off the page and engulf the room. The girl was frightened. She tried to run but the words and letters surrounded her. As the words and letters got closer, the little girl heard whispers. EVEN though the letters seemed scary, the whispers seemed calming. The engulfing of the letters did not frighten the little girl anymore because she now could understand them, The words were telling a story. The story of how a few words could open the world up to a little girl who was unaware of the impact that she could have on the world with a pen and a few ideas.
The girl closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes, the swirling letters had vanished.