Before I could write, I spoke stories. I rewrote endings, added characters, reshaped the tales I loved into something new. My mother would listen patiently, smiling as I spun my versions aloud. She called me her little storyteller - and I believed her.

As soon as I learned how to write, I filled pages with poems, thoughts, and stories. My notebooks became homes for the voices in my head - imagined lives, whispered truths, and quiet echoes that needed somewhere to live. I didn't know then that I was building rooms.

I grew up, and the stories grew with me. Short stories became my rhythm, poetry my breath. And one day, a short story stretched its legs and became my first novel. I've written many since, each one a room I've opened, a voice I've honored.

Now, I find myself drawn to stories that aren't imagined - the real ones, the quiet ones, the lives that history forgets. I want to give them space, to let them bloom beside the fiction, to let their whispers be heard.

This collection gathers them all - the early sparks, the genre wanderings, the flash fiction, the truths and the dreams. These are the crowded corners of my thoughts, the many rooms of my mind. I invite you in.

Step inside the many rooms of Amy Shannon's mind, where characters gather, whisper, and wait to be heard. This collection spans genres and truths - fiction and nonfiction, flash and full-bodied tales - each one a reflection of the voices that live within. Some speak boldly, some barely breathe, but all belong to the house of story she's built.In this complete collection, Amy invites you to meet the quiet crowd - the dreamers, the wounded, the fierce and the forgotten - who have found refuge in her imagination. These are the stories that wouldn't let go, the ones that whispered until she wrote them down.