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)
The Ballad of Bernie Stubbs
Bernie Stubbs left the Baptist Ladies' Prayer Group with a frown on her face. Bernie frowned most of the time, but today's grimace was for a specific reason. The group had just voted that no nuts could be used in any of their baked goods at this year's bake sale. Bernie was the only one who had voted against the decision.
By Shannon Yarbrough3 years ago in Fiction
An Eclipse of Moths
Tucker had given up on the basement. He felt so defeated he finally called one of those junk hauling services he saw advertised on the television every day. They advertised that their fee started at just two hundred dollars but to call to make an appointment for a formal quote.
By Shannon Yarbrough3 years ago in Fiction
I'm Such a Putz!
I love visiting old consignment and antique shops. There's always something odd or interesting that I like to hunt for at these places. I've collected vinyl records over the years. I've obsessed over old sepia tone and black and white family photographs. Being a creative person, I always find something inspiring in these stores that feeds my creativity.
By Shannon Yarbrough3 years ago in Lifehack
How to Write 10 Short Stories in 10 Weeks
I started 2021 doing a final edit of my next novel and preparing to start the daunting task of querying literary agents. I’d been working on this particular novel off and on for almost ten years, so I was exhausted creatively.
By Shannon Yarbrough3 years ago in Motivation
What I’ve Learned from Three Years of Journaling
My fascination with journaling started at a very young age. I’m pretty sure it was after I read “Harriet the Spy” and became obsessed with the idea of recording everything in notebooks. A diary with a little lock on it that I found at the Scholastic Book Fair that same year would have certainly helped get me started but it was pink, and diary-keeping seemed like something only girls did in books or on TV shows.
By Shannon Yarbrough3 years ago in Motivation
Unclaimed Ashes
“What should we do with this package?” Dianne yelled to Barb. Dianne worked part-time for Barb, who was an estate sale coordinator. Barb came into your dead relative’s house, sold everything, and kept thirty percent of the profits. Dianne had retired as a bookstore clerk a few years back. She’d always enjoyed going to estate sales, and she frequently ran into Barb. The two had become good friends.
By Shannon Yarbrough3 years ago in Fiction
The Mystery of Mississippi Mud
“It’s not here!” Eileen whined with defeat, the tone of a child not ready for bedtime. Eileen was fifty-two, the youngest of the three Wormwood sisters. She’d been flipping through her mother’s church cookbooks for at least an hour.
By Shannon Yarbrough3 years ago in Fiction
A Kid in the Barn
Daddy was not a farmer. But all of his closest friends—the quiet ones who kept their secrets—were farmers. His friends drove giant green tractors and used machinery shaped like dinosaur skeletons to harvest corn, wheat, and cotton. The farmers’ leathery skin was blistered from the summer sun, and they picked their yellow teeth with single strands of hay. Their faded denim overalls and soft plaid shirts were stained with dirt and manure. Those stains were badges of honor earned for the hard work done from sunrise to sundown.
By Shannon Yarbrough3 years ago in Fiction
The Bath Road House
1968 Janet and I felt like prowlers as we drove through the upscale neighborhood. From the car, we admired what we could see of the homes. Each was set back from the main road, hiding behind thick coppices of trees and shrubbery. We glimpsed the slopes of their roofs through the clearings between the tree branches, and we whispered to each other as if the houses were sleeping giants that had eaten the people inside them.
By Shannon Yarbrough3 years ago in Horror
