Amy Jayne Conley

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2020

Stories (67)

67 Stories

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“Soulmates (TW: Suicide)” by Amy Jayne Conley

“You wanna do something fun?” I couldn’t deny the sparkle in his caramel brown eyes when he asked me that. I felt like all my dreams had come true, all my Christmases and birthdays at once… I felt like the stars were literally sparkling out of my skin. To be sat there beside him, the sole proprietor of his entire attention. How fucking lucky could I get?! “Sure,” I smiled. If it hadn’t been obvious how nervous I was the entire time, it was now. He laughed softly, the sound making my stomach twist painfully. Love sucks. Love hurts. If this en...

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“Runaway Baby” by Amy Jayne Conley

“Shit, shit, shitshitshit!” The sound of glass breaking behind me. The sound of a door being rammed in. Footfall, too many to count. “NYPD! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!” They don’t know where I am... I look up at the open window and jump, heave myself up silently. With one last look around at the apartment where I cut my teeth here in New York, I disappear down the fire escape. I know who I need to go to... I only hope it doesn’t put him in danger too. ** I didn't wait as long as I should have done to go over there. I didn’t know if he’d ...

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“A Double Agent. A Sexy Double Agent. My Sexy Double Agent.” by Amy Jayne Conley

“Hey, Jessie! Jessiebelle! Jessaaa!” “What, Ryan?!” “Wow… normally, people are happy on a Friday afternoon.” I leaned over in my office chair, poking Jessie with a pen lightly. “What’s eating you?” “Nothing. I just have a lot to get through before five. Well, before four-thirty, actually – I need to leave early.” “Oh… hot date?” “Not really.” Jessie continued typing into the report on her PC. She’d spent days, weeks on it already. The deadline was fast approaching, it was already two, and she needed to proof it quickly before handing it in...

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“The Lost Prince” by Amy Jayne Conley

June 6th | 20:30 It’s like being stuck in a fairy tale. I can’t escape it. I feel like I’m permanently boxed in from the rest of the world. Everyone puts me on this pedestal, hanging onto my every word, but I don’t have anything remotely meaningful to say. At least, I don’t think I do. Maybe there is some rhyme or reason to the little comments here and there I’m allowed to make, but I honestly think the title has a lot to do with it. After all, people love the words of a prince, don’t they? I go back to the fairy tale. I once watched Aladdi...

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“On My Own” by Amy Jayne Conley

“On my own, pretending he’s beside me. All alone, I walk with him ‘til morning…” Dear Charlie, You’ve got it all. Money, looks, charm, poise, elegance… everything a woman wants in a man. You’re kind, caring, meticulously adoring… there’s not a lot you don’t have. Materialistically, you have it all too. Big house, nice car, acres of land, a family tree to rival the Amazon rainforest, and a bank balance as long as a phone number. You’re perfect. You never miss a beat. I’ve known you since we were babies. We went to the same nursery toge...

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“A Pure Technicality” by Amy Jayne Conley

Submitted to Contest #105

Jessica sat opposite the journalist, two half-full coffee cups on the small table in front of them. Kerry was polite enough, but Jess had a sense of impending doom given the direction the questions seemed to be heading in, and given that it was live TV, she couldn’t afford to put her foot in it at all. She picked up her coffee and sipped it, if anything to give herself chance to formulate an answer. “Let’s talk about you and Alex, then,” Kerry smiled. “What’s going on there?” “Well… we’re together. That’s about it.” Jess sipped her coffee ag...

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“Just a Dream... Right?” by Amy Jayne Conley

Submitted to Contest #103

I’m running. I know, a little Forrest Gump, but I’m literally running. Except I’m not getting anywhere. My legs are like lead, and I can’t seem to move them fast enough. I’m tired, so tired… behind me, there’s a dark figure following me. I’m terrified, the scenery around me growing darker. I slow to a walk, because running clearly isn’t working. I’m not short of breath, but the sense of pure fear is crippling my lungs, the air thinning around me. Suddenly, a pair of hands close around my throat, and I start to scream, but the air is too th...

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“Secret Love Song” by Amy Jayne Conley

Submitted to Contest #102

The roar of the audience faded into a gentle post-show hum as the curtain fell and stayed closed for the final time that night. The atmosphere backstage was electric as usual; the audience had been fun, the rigging had worked flawlessly, and everyone had had a great time. Two weeks into the pre-Christmas run of Hairspray, and already the vibe was good. The show was a sell-out nightly, and the rush line was always packed to bursting from three in the morning. New York approved of the show, and for good reason. It was a cheeky take on the clas...

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“I'll Be Back” by Amy Jayne Conley

Submitted to Contest #101

“I’ll be back.” With that, he was gone. A swish of a coat. Silence enveloped the room, ripping a hole in my chest a little bigger each time. I knew it was coming, every time. He can never stay, that’s his rule. At first, I was happy with that. No strings attached, we both got to live our lives, but there was a huge string attached that neither of us acknowledged. I’m his. He’s mine. I know enough not to tell him I caught feelings, but I want to. I know he has a history, I know he’s bad for me. But for those precious hours we spend togethe...

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“La Petite Quatorzième” by Amy Jayne Conley

Submitted to Contest #100

The restaurant was fairly booked up when they got there. A table had been set for them, the cutlery laid out already, gleaming silver alongside perfectly crystal-clear wine and water glasses which gave the entire place a rather snowy, frosty appearance from afar. The atmosphere was muted, with classy and sophisticated diners conducting hushed conversations over small plates of exquisite food. Theirs was a large group by comparison; among the softly-spoken couples, their group of eight seemed like a brash and bumbling band of baboons, even t...

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“An Awful Lot of Running” by Amy Jayne Conley

Submitted to Contest #99

I’d been sitting there for too long, watching him sleep. The soft, greying hair flopping over his forehead, fluffy from moving in his sleep. The gentle curve of his lips, smiling faintly. Was he dreaming? Of me? Of us? The flickering of his eyelids caught my attention, and I thought he was about to wake up. He was dreaming. Part of me wanted to wake him up, if only to look into those heart-stopping green-grey eyes, but I knew that as soon as he woke up, I’d have to leave. The sunlight had already taken out the stars. The warm glow of a stunn...

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“Ghosts of the Past” by Amy Jayne Conley

Submitted to Contest #98

WARNING: Rape and abuse themes towards the end, read with discretion and please stay safe <3 The cool breeze lifted the hem of the starched white tablecloth, making it flutter gently against my calf. Half of me didn’t think I should be here, in a beautiful restaurant I’d wrangled for me and Tom. The night was clear and balmy, so a table on the rooftop terrace was given to us, with a spectacular view of the beach and the ships passing in the distance. My treat, seeing as I was visiting him for a couple of weeks, and seeing as I had re...

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“Lucid Dreaming” by Amy Jayne Conley

Submitted to Contest #97

The sun was so nice on my skin. I could feel the hot rays beating down on my eyelids, the warmth relaxing and just right. In the background, the sounds of the waves crashing against the sand soothed me even more. Belinda Carlisle said Heaven is a place on earth, but I was yet to find a place quite like that which I could dream. Admittedly, it was a somewhat lucid dream, and I always came back to this beach. It was where I’d met him, all those years ago, before he’d decided he’d had enough of his current path and had decided to go abroad for ...

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“E.T. Goes Home” by Amy Jayne Conley

Submitted to Contest #96

Reedston. Population 100. Reedston (said ‘Reston’, obviously) is a backwater corner of bumfuck nowhere, lost in the rolling hills of forgotten arable farmland. If Reedston was a spice, it would be flour. I left because I’d taken a trip to the Big City by accident. I’d been terrified, at first, regretting my decision to run away from home. But I’d done so anyway, because I, Evangeline Gabriel Thompson, was a tetchy hormonal fifteen-year-old, and I read books and ate snacks in bed even though mum told me not to. It took 30 minutes of panic to...

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“The Butterfly Effect” by Amy Jayne Conley

Submitted to Contest #95

It was a beautiful day. A perfect day, even. The sun was shining, with a perfect temperature, just warm enough for a t-shirt, not so hot that it was sticky and clammy. The birds were singing their midday chorus, and all around, people were enjoying a lazy lunch. Peter made his way through the park, and as he strolled along, he saw a child holding an ice-lolly, one of the ones he’d had decades ago, as a kid. He glanced at his watch. He still had fifteen minutes before he had to go back into his office and finish his afternoon’s work, although...

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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.