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! This week is all about spooky stories for Halloween!
Another Use for Typewriters
It’s been a long time since I used a typewriter. And even then I didn’t use it to write. You see, typewriters make the most wonderful murder weapons. Substantial. Uncompromising.
Poetic.
A Spooky Night on the Lake
It was dark on the lake. No one was surprised, it was night, after all. They had one flashlight for all five of them.
If they made it home, they wouldn’t make that mistake again.
They never brought another flashlight.
THE END
Home Alone
Home alone
sneezed
deep voice behind me said bless you
middle of the night
heard mommy can I sleep with you
I live alone.
The sound of laughter and screams frequent when I lived with my family. now I’m alone and it is much more unsettling.
I don’t like the closet lady she is always following me
She is always there.
all work and no play makes jack a dull boy all work and no play makes jack a dull boy all work and no play makes jack a dull boy
look busy dont look up look busy dont look up look busy dont look up look busy dont look up look busy dont look up look busy dont look up look busy dont look busy dont look
don’t go soft on me now, that’s what she said.
hes here good bye
Another Use for Typewriters
“How interesting you make this known, my literary friend. Your honesty is most admirable, but of no advantage to you. In your attempt to think one’s self poetic you overlooked the obvious: the imprint of my touch. The typewriter ribbon never lies.”
Several detectives found the words of the deceased most interesting and to a degree well written. But the dead can only say so much. With that said …
“Well, if you ask me,” Detective Murphy said to Detectives Kelly and O’Sullivan, “our suspect may be intellectually lacking. Left behind a store receipt and the wrapper of a half-eaten Kit Kat Bar.”
“Half-eaten?” Kelly questioned.
“Look out the window. Other half in hand.”
One’s just deserts.