girl's hands typing on a typewriter

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, which features typewriters that visitors can interact with directly. Check back weekly for new stories, and visit the Museum to try out our typewriters and possibly be featured here!


Perspective from Poetry

An illegible signature dated 2017 at the end of a story written by a visitor at the Story of the Day exhibit at the American Writers Museum in Chicago, IL

People died today people were born today
People drowned today people swam today
People lost today but people won today
and people stole today but people gave today
You can think of the bad or you can think of the opposite
but for every bad there’s a good one on top of it


Typing and Music Meet

We love typing and music too! Right now is the perfect time to visit if you do too, since Bob Dylan: Electric is still up, and our new exhibit Tools of the Trade features many famous typewriters.

Typing was my favorite class in high school. And the only one that remains useful. To practice I would type the words to mine and my boyfriend’s favorite song over and over again.

Woke up to the sound of the pouring rain
The wind would whisper and I’d think of you
And all the tears you cry they call my name
And when you needed me I came through

I paint a picture of the days gone by
When love went blind and you would make me see
I’d stare a lifetime into your eyes
So that I knew that you were there for me
Time after time, you were there for me

Remember yesterday, walking hand in hand
Love letters in the sand I remember you
Through the sleepless nights through every endless day
I’d want to hear you say I remember you

We spent the summer with the top rolled down
Wished ever after would be like this
You said I love you babe without a sound
I said I’d give my life for just one kiss
Live for your smile and die for your kiss

Remember yesterday walking hand in hand
Love letters in the sand I remember you
Through the sleepless nights through every endless day
I’d want to hear you say I remember you

We’ve had our share of hard times
But that’s the price you pay
And through it all we kept the promise that we made
I swear you’ll never be lonely

Woke up to the sound of the pouring rain
Washed away a dream of you
But nothing else could ever take you away
Cause you’ll always be my dream come true
Oh my darling I love you

Thank you Skid Row, Ray, and Mr. Birch