Shannon Yarbrough
Bio
Author. Poet. Reader. Animal Lover. Blogger. Gardener. Southerner. Aspiring playwright.
Blog: www.shannonyarbrough.com
Twitter: @slyarbrough76
Goodreads: https://tinyurl.com/m4vbt2ru
My Books at Amazon: https://amzn.to/36n25yy
Stories (22/0)
Dear Lois,
I think about you all the time. I think about how when we first met, you were only 30 and I was 22. You were so mature, so statuesque. I don't think I was as mature as you when I finally reached 30. Back then, you were married with three young children not yet in high school. Forgive me for thinking you were so much older. I can hear you saying it now, "I've always had a very old soul."
By Shannon Yarbroughabout a year ago in Humans
The Wizard in Room 5B
Mr. Forrest had a dark soul. By all accounts, he was an unattractive man, both in appearance and in demeanor. He was born to a dirt-poor Southern family and reared a dirt-poor family of his own. He’d become a lieutenant general during the war, accused of crimes against the black Union Army. The water of the Mississippi ran red with their blood, and Mr. Forrest was pleased with that.
By Shannon Yarbroughabout a year ago in Horror
Write to Relax
Throughout my life, I always wanted to keep a diary. I tried—and failed—many times. I pledged to write "Dear Diary" every day. Before going to sleep each night, I wanted to lounge across my bed and fill the pages with confessions like some school girl does in a teen fiction book or a TV series. I even made it a New Years Resolution several times.
By Shannon Yarbroughabout a year ago in Motivation
The Truth About the Black River
I was eleven years old when I told Sheriff Tate I pushed my best friend, Nixie Brooks, into the Black River. I knew he didn't believe me. That's why I told the same thing to the social worker, a policeman, the lawyer, and the lawyer's young assistant. The assistant was a nark. He told a reporter at the Gazette who wrote about me in the Sunday paper. The reporter wrote that I was evil and that I'd go to juvie. Maybe he was right.
By Shannon Yarbroughabout a year ago in Horror
Mr. Leonard's Raging Bull
"Rocking chairs were meant for asses," Granny cackled from the porch, so proud of her pun. Junior crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue at her. Pappy Daddy had agreed to take Junior and Sissy out to Mr. Leonard's to see the animals. They climbed into the back of the pick-up truck. Patsy Cline was playing on the radio.
By Shannon Yarbrough2 years ago in Fiction
It's Okay To Take a Year to Write Your Novel
I see how-to articles all the time with titles like “How To Publish Your Novel In 6 Months” or “How to Write Six Books a Year.” I immediately go to Amazon and type in that writer’s name to see what types of books they are writing or how well their books are doing. Most of the time, my search results do not reflect the attitude of the writer’s article. Or when it does, the author has only published how-to E-books that are under one hundred pages.
By Shannon Yarbrough2 years ago in Journal
My Own Aphorisms
After reading Sarah Manguso’s 300 Arguments I started making a list of my own aphorisms as a fun writing project. What is an aphorism, you ask? Dictionary.com defines Aphorism as “a terse saying embodying a general truth, or astute observation.”
By Shannon Yarbrough2 years ago in Motivation
