A Royal typewriter on the Story of the Day table

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 week, we are featuring visitors who wrote about adventure of some sort. We’re all about discovery here, we’d love to hear your adventure stories!

The clean mountain air began to feel colder this close to the summit. My exasperated gasps weighed heavy on my chilled lungs. The subtle sense of purpose remained prevalent in the back of my mind. Would I make it to the peak in time?

June 15, 2018

Now the garden was there and then it wasn’t. What happened? I’ll never tell. It happened in the first part of June, 1954. If it hadn’t happened during a rainstorm, things would have been different. Time passes and I am trying to remember all the details.

I had heard some wild stories about this wild garden, but there was an outrageous horror story about a boy who was lost running across the grass – turned ghostly white and blew away with a puff of the wind. We heard his moans for hours.

This awesome story was written by 2 visitors, exactly the sort of thing we love about our Story of the Day exhibit!

We were almost in NOLA, crossing the swamplands on a rail line built on rotting wood. Is this what the USA has come to today? I hope the rail inspectors have recently checked the wooden stilts holding up the rail line. At least they can replace and repair the foundations of the rail line. Can anyone repair the foundations of the USA? Freedom, liberty, and justice. From an Authors on a train writer.


Imagine what an adventure it would be if the rails were broken and we were stuck in the middle of nowhere with wolves howling around us, darkness falling, and bandits circling the train. Now that would be a fun adventure, wouldn’t it?

from another Author on a train. November, 2018

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