Abbey Long

“To the Person who has my Heart” by Abbey Long

      To the person who has my heart,            If you’re actually reading this, stop immediately. This was never meant to come into idle hands, especially not yours. I have little dignity left intact, and this will surely swipe the rest of it out from underneath me. It’s just sometimes emotions bubble up inside of me, like a cauldron of the most potent elixir, and I struggle to handle it. You probably understan...

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“Are you okay, Mum?” by Abbey Long

Submitted to Contest #104

      All is peaceful. Maybe a little too peaceful. For many years, Lucas has never seen a night as tranquil as this one. The sky, normally littered with twinkling stars, remains pitch black tonight. Normally, this would unsettle him, but tonight he feels at peace. Within the darkness, there is a single orb of glowing light protruding from the moon, casting the town in a melancholic light. A haunting howl passes through ...

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“Mission Covert” by Abbey Long

Submitted to Contest #104

      “Oi, Scarlett!” The Queen of Mean strolls up to her, hands planted firmly on her hips. “Did I, or did I not, tell you to leave my Jason alone?”            Just the question alone makes Scarlett feel positively sick to her stomach. “I don’t have anything to do with Jason.”            “You’re a liar!” A crowd has formed around the pair, and just about a thousand mobile phones are filming the argument....

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“Spot the Signs” by Abbey Long

Submitted to Contest #103

      The day starts off the same way it always does. Cold coffee – Jamie always gets distracted by the TV in the morning – and a slice of slimy toast. He’s lucky it isn’t covered in a thick layer of mould today, like it normally is. The contents of his fridge are minimal, but in a job like his, it’s to be expected.            Jamie Harroway is a police officer. A police constable, to be exact. Having recently st...

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“Just a Dream” by Abbey Long

Submitted to Contest #103

      The God stands before her. Tall, lean, muscular, he’s about six feet worth of charm and gorgeousness. The curly mop of hair that sits on his head is blowing loftily in the wind, whilst his piercing eyes seem to cut through Melody like daggers, causing a searing pain in her heart.  Never has she ever felt this strongly about someone, let alone a man, but this one seems different. Maybe it’s the way his eyes crinkle ...

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“Who's There?” by Abbey Long

Submitted to Contest #103

        As a thick layer of hazy mist hangs in the air, Avery lifts a pruney hand to her hair, trying to rinse out the last of the pesky bubbles that remain in there. Her lavender bath soak tantalises her nostrils, whilst the bubbles cover up her modesty. The tub is enormous, and she feels as clean as a rubber duck. After spending the last two hours pampering herself in the water, she is surprised, yet not disappointed, that some of the bubbles still remain. Having had enough time in the comforts...

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“Doomed” by Abbey Long

Submitted to Contest #102

         “And that’s when I told him that he was a good-for-nothing boy who wouldn’t ever amount to anything, and I dumped him five seconds later.” Lili Pesco admits to her best friend, Sarah Musgrave, as they munch their way through everything in sight. Sarah’s eyes are wide, staring up at Lili’s in awe, as she finishes her story.            “Wow,” Sarah breathes. “I wish I had your confidence; I could never hav...

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“The Only One Left” by Abbey Long

Submitted to Contest #101

      The sun rises and falls the same time each day.  Each village reacts the same way, waking up at the crack of dawn and starting their day immediately. No matter what village, the morale is still the same, upbeat and positive throughout every single hour. With the sun blazing down on their straw-covered hats, and the wind blowing a cool breeze their way, what could they ever have to argue about?            Ev...

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“Blame” by Abbey Long

Submitted to Contest #101

      Two eyes, little pinpricks of yellow, peer out from the reflection in the mirror. They were there for a few seconds too long, and Lucy began to doubt that she was even awake at this point. Bending over her sink in the cramped bathroom, she allows the tap to run, before scooping some of the water up and drenching her face with it. The cool droplets drip down her face and onto her clothes, the fabric soaking them up ...

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“The Magic of a Jam Tart” by Abbey Long

Submitted to Contest #100

      The smell of flaky pastry and sautéing strawberries wafts through the kitchen. Outside, the world is unfettered by magic and trickery. The grass flows lazily in the slight breeze, whilst the sky remains clear, no sign of a cloud in sight. Animals co-exist together, enjoying each other’s company… but inside the kitchen, it’s a totally different story.            All sorts of substances litter the floor, ran...

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“A Completely Magical Date” by Abbey Long

Submitted to Contest #100

       “How’s your crumble, Val?” Derek sits across from me, his forest green eyes twinkling. Candles flicker next to us, casting an ominous glow all around our table, but we are uncaring. He flashes me a smile, and I can see his cheeks darkening, as he tries to focus on me. With all of the wine we’ve consumed, I am surprised he’s sitting upright. Tipsy, but still manages to ask me about my dessert – what a wonderful man...

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“My Neighbour's Son” by Abbey Long

Submitted to Contest #100

       Grabbing a bottle of wine off of the counter, I take a quick swig. It burns at the back of my mouth, but still tastes so sweet. I let the bubbles flow over my tongue as I take another sip. My father walks in, and immediately tuts at me.            “Where are your manners, stupid girl!” He snatches the wine off of me, so a little trail of wine dribbles down my dress. It looks pretty, I think to myself, as t...

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“Different, but the Same” by Abbey Long

Submitted to Contest #100

       Silence engulfs them across the room. The tension is palpable, as four stony faces all stare at each other suspiciously. It suffocates them, an invisible glove around all of their necks. They await further instructions, whilst they sit at an empty table. “The feast will begin in a few minutes.” A monotonous voice calls out from a speaker attached to the wall. “Be there, or don’t.” The threat hangs in the ...

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“The Summer of '02” by Abbey Long

Submitted to Contest #99

      I watch from my rocking chair as the sun disappears behind the towering mountain, ready for a night of fitful sleep. The skies turn from their bright, perky colours, to a dismal grey colour, only lit up by the little specks of stars in the sky. Watching the clouds part, and the wind dissipate, it’s enough to create a peaceful atmosphere. The tranquillity is palpable. Apart from the consistent squeak from a leg of m...

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“Wish Upon a Summer Romance” by Abbey Long

Submitted to Contest #99

      “Come on Jen, the holiday is almost over by now!” Brad jeers out from the front of the van.            “Give me a second, doofus,” I yell back, as I finish locking up my house.            “I’m going now!” He pretends to drive off, as I lug my suitcase over to the van.            “Very funny,” I say to him, and Micky helps me put all of my luggage in the boot. I smile gratefully at him. “Than...

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