American Writers Museum Story of the Week for September 11, 2020

Story of the 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, or our newest temporary exhibit, My America: Immigrant and Refugee Writers Today. Check back regularly for new stories, and visit the Museum to try out our regularly cleaned typewriters, see the exhibit, and possibly be featured here!


Hear Me Out

“People are here and then they’re not…”

Damek thought to himself as he sat by his father’s bedside. He didn’t know when he’d heard these words, but they seemed to be written just for him. That original speaker was laughing at him through the space and safety of time. Damek clenched his fists, there was no one to rail against, and no one to blame.

The next day he sat in silence with his dog and thought about the better times of his life.

He brooded over a cup of lukewarm tea that had cooled, its stale scent of bergamot cloying to the senses. Then, he realized he was in a dream this whole time. Funny how the human mind can sleep through everything.

Thus came spring, out of the cold embrace of winter. I was sitting in a popular cold brew coffee shop that quenches one’s thirst and contemplating the path that life has brought and all the roads not taken for fear of the unknown and lack of bravery on my part.


Old Typewriters

I’m at the American Writers Museum

trying out the old typewriters

I am very tired and very hungry and yet I must type

and my right foot hurts and the hotel is still blocks away

but these typewriters are too lovely to pass up


High and Low Notes

The Sky sings high notes

and the grass sings low notes.

Grass dies but sky is forever.

Live on a high note and be forever.

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