Amy Jayne Conley

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2020

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“History in the Stars” by Amy Jayne Conley

To outsiders, their silence could have been considered awkward. The way they meandered through the exhibits, pausing a moment here and there to read the little explanatory placards, making small noises, pointing out interesting sentences... to the outside world, it could have been a boring first date. A waste of time. Time spent purely for the hell of it, because neither wanted to give up the time they’d already spent, nor the money they’d spent on the ticket. But the truth was less malevolent. Tom and Annelise had met through fri...

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“New Year, New me” by Amy Jayne Conley

TW: Strong language, gory scenes. The remnants of a party littered the small, cramped living room, evidence of all kinds of debauchery (to put it very kindly) hanging around the place. The air was stagnant, unmoving… just like the people who lay at odd angles, looking almost like they’d passed out where they’d been standing. No-one moved. No-one stirred. The events of the hours before came back t...

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“My Cursed Truth” by Amy Jayne Conley

An old vanity was just what the room had needed to pull it all nicely together. That wall had been horribly bare, and for a good while, I couldn’t decide what it had needed. Until I’d walked past the old, nondescript antique store in town and spied the most beautiful vanity, complete with stool. The mirror was encased in the most beautiful mahogany. I had to laugh: That is MAHOGANY is one of my favourite quotes,...

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“Blood of my blood” by Amy Jayne Conley

TW: Blood, zombies (mentioned), cat death In the middle of the day isn’t the moment when one would consider best to raise the dead. But the stars were in the right place, and the energy aligned just right, at precisely two fifty-seven in the afternoon. And that’s why I found myself stood before a mausoleum, spellbook and items in my cat leather bag (don’t ask), ignoring the funny looks I was gett...

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“Hope” by Amy Jayne Conley

“What?” I couldn’t quite believe the words had just come from her mouth. My lip wobbled. I felt sick, like the floor had disappeared from beneath me. “I’m just saying. I think you’re being really stupid. Your family is clearly using you, and you’re stupid enough to fall for it.” Mia smiled at me, as though she was telling me the fucking weather. I stared, struck dumb. “Yeah. I mean, the shoes are one thin...

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“It's Okay, You Can Let Go” by Amy Jayne Conley

“We’re selling.” Okay… no big deal. I had to find a new place to live. Maybe. Nothing was for sure, but it was fine. Oh, no, it was not fine! Not at all. I felt sick to my stomach the entire night. I wanted to curl up and scream. I wanted to put my hands over my ears and scream and shout and bawl and cry. I wanted to carve up my face and be truly miserable. I wanted to throw myself from the battl...

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“A leg up and a leg over” by Amy Jayne Conley

I hadn’t wanted a pet. I had no money for myself, barely enough to buy food each day… so the horror when I woke up that morning to a tiny cat that had slipped its way through a tiny opening in my tent… well, you can imagine. It was a sweet little thing. Obviously underfed, a little scraggly, but otherwise cute. Black, entirely. Most people would consider that to be bad luck. I considered that to be bad l...

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“The Prime Factor of Lost Love” by Amy Jayne Conley

Dearest Gracie, This… is hard. How do I even start? Such a thing should be said aloud. Instead, I cowardly write it in a note and send it. Forgive me. It is obnoxious, I know. But I am not so brave. Gracie, I hate you. I hate you with everything I am and everything I have. So much. For years, you have made my very existence hell. To finally be free o...

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“You Need to Crack a Few Eggs to Make an Omelette” by Amy Jayne Conley

The shelves hit the floor, and every single egg shattered. The noise was spectacular. The powder that flew up, the shards of crystal, tiny gems that scattered across the floor… not to mention the plaster that crumbled from the wall, the shelves themselves breaking into pieces… it was chaos. I stood there, stunned. William stood there, stunned. A few moments of very tense, very horrible silence followed. A...

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“Houston, We SO Have A Problem...” by Amy Jayne Conley

“Houston… we have a problem.” The problem was me. I was the problem. Always the problem. But did I ever really do anything wrong? Was there ever really a problem, Martha, or were you just so caught up in your own desperation to live a perfect life that you didn’t realise you didn’t need to conform to that sentence? ‘We have a solution’? Your solution was ‘make this person feel as shitty as possi...

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“Magnetic” by Amy Jayne Conley

By all accounts, I shouldn’t love her. I shouldn’t even like her. Yet, I find myself thinking about her every single moment my mind isn’t occupied with something more pressing… Who am I trying to deceive – my mind is permanently taken by her. Where she is colour, I am greyscale. Where she is music, I am silence. Where she is joy, I am apathy. Yet… she is the rainbow that cuts across the tempest brewin...

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“A Raccoon, A Stealthy Ninja Child, Or A Creepy Thin Woman” by Amy Jayne Conley

“There’s someone living in my apartment.” Rebecca looked at Joseph with tired eyes. She had a thousand-yard stare, too. And, yes, she looked almost painfully tired. Joseph gave her a sympathetic look. “You’re the only person living in your apartment, sweetie,” he said softly, reaching across the table to take her hands. “You’re under a lot of stress, a lot of pressure. Work’s driving you crazy – you've said tha...

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“Only Some Strings” by Amy Jayne Conley

The top of the hill gave way to a stunning, breath-taking view, one which Scarlett almost couldn’t quite believe was real. She stopped, staring out at the rolling hills that faded into a haze of mist, the horizon both there and hidden at the same time. The sky was azure, the sun’s heat not yet suffocating. Eagles swooped and wheeled in the distance. It was peaceful, tranquil. Over the flatter part of land, a thunderstorm...

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“Don't Lose Your Head” by Amy Jayne Conley

“Heads, I take yours off. Tails… you walk free.” I was strapped to the chair, bound and gagged. My head was still fuzzy from the drugs. I wasn’t even sure if it was a dream or not. I knew it hurt a lot, but I didn’t know if it was real. One of those dreams that seems hyper-realistic, but then you wake up covered in sweat, sheets soaking… you know the ones? I was sweating, but it wasn’t enough to remo...

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“Her Little Accusation Finally Came True” by Amy Jayne Conley

An ice-cold pair of steel blue eyes met hers across the bar. She felt her heart both stop and race. There was nothing that could have prepared her for seeing him again, in the flesh.. Emma made her way to the bar, staring. She deposited the tray she was carrying and sat down. After five years, he still looked the same. Drop-dead gorgeous, flawless skin… “As I live and breathe,” Patrick said softly, pressing himse...

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Author bio

Hi! I'm Amy Jayne, a novelist and screenwriter! I hope you enjoy my stories! I started out writing fanfic (I did a Dr Who/Iron Man crossover, can you believe??) and now I'm trying to branch out and see what I can develop myself! Follow my screenwriting adventures! @ConleyWrites While I'm open to any and all criticism, please do keep it pleasant! ;) Some AWESOME authors you should check out: Gip Roberts An amazing writer, Gip's stories will never fail to make you feel something - good or bad, this guy will make you feel it! George Puscuta This guy definitely deserves more recognition for his work! His stories are awesome, excellent plots that unfold with the right pace! Divya Narasimhan A stunning writer, Divyan's works are poetic and so beautifully-written, they transport you straight to a place you've probably never imagined exists! Rose Quartz A sweet writer who deserves way more recognition! Always writes with the main character as Rose, which I really like :) If you're a new writer, the best advice I was ever given was to just WRITE. Write for yourself. It doesn't matter what others think, as long as the work speaks to you.