Category: My Writing

Flash fiction, and an occasional poem, written by Rebecca Barray.

Do You NaNoWrimo?

Yes, I'm a little crazy for taking up the challenge of writing 50,000 words for a new novel this month. Yes, I know I've tried a few times before and always fallen woefully (WAY!) short of that lofty goal. Yes, yes, I know the definition of insanity! Moving on... But (BUT!), I also know that I'm more prepared than I've ever been in the past. And (AND!) I've got some great (relentless) friends who have vowed to motivate (force) me to actually finish this year. But most important of all: I talked to hubby about it and feel like he is (mostly) supportive and willing (just a bit) to help out with the house and kids so that I can have (a little) more time to write. And guess what, folks. Yup, it's midnight and I met the word count goal for the first day. Just look at that beautiful NaNo widget on the right and you can see for yourself. Woo-Hoo!! Isn't that a beautiful little green square for the 1st of November? Yeah, I thought so, too. And that's my user name at the top, so feel free to add me as a writing buddy if you're registered at and help keep me motivated with a gentle nudge (or shove) toward writing if my word count falls too far behind. I'd love to hear how each of you are handling this crazy challenge after the first day. Be sure to drop me a comment and let me know! The next…

Wicked Words

Coming Soon: A Spooky Anthology! Just in time for Halloween,  Wicked Words: A Collection of Spooky Stories by Members of Wicked Wordsmiths of the West, will be available through Amazon on September 28 for Kindle. You can pre-order it here! Get your paperback copy of Wicked Words: A Collection of Spooky Stories by Members of Wicked Wordsmiths of the West from Amazon now!   **ALL proceeds go directly to Wicked Wordsmiths of the West, a nonprofit organization in Huntington, WV, dedicated to promoting an interest in writing and furthering the skills of local writers.**                    


“Please, Mom? I’ll do anything,” Josh pleaded. “No.” She didn’t even flinch. “Don’t ask again. I won’t repeat myself.” “But Mom…” He’d never wanted anything so bad in his life. “Okay, that’s it. Just remember: you brought this on yourself.” She pulled the duct tape out of her purse. “No, wait. I’m sorry.” “Too late.” Daily Prompt: Harsh

barren bare tree gnarled bark

Not Even the Trees

Warmly colored leaves soften the cold forest floor beneath me. I scour the sky for meaning, in vain. The encroachment of evergreens and branches keep secrets. I shriek for answers that will never come, and tears burn unimpeded into my ears. But no one’s listening to me, not even the trees. And you’re still gone. Written for Week 2 (Relationships) of Jane Ann McLachlan's Memoir & Backstory Blog Challenge  (Read about the 2013 Challenge  - click here) 2013 Participants: Jane Ann McLachlan Joy Weese Moll @joyweesemoll Amanda M Darling Katie Argyle PK Hrezo Claudette Young Kay Kauffman Leslie Deb Stone    Twitter: @iwritedeb Gerry Wilson Susan Hawthorne Satia Renee Bonnie Angie Pearl Ketover Prilik Rebecca Barray (occassional) Lara Britt  (occasional) Linda G Hatton (occasional) Stephanie Ingram (Unable to join us now - maybe later) Signed up but haven't posted yet:Terri Rowe, Anastacia, Stacey Rene, Talynn