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Amy Jayne Conley

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2020

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Break Me

“Listen. Do you hear that?”She listened. Naively. The sound of blood thumping in her ears. Her heart hammering in her chest. The crunch of her throat as she swallowed. Gasp of a breath. She trembled against the loose restraints. He was behind her now, a shadow. Her body hurt. Her mind hurt. Her soul hurt. He wanted to break her so she’d submit to him… would that be so bad? Really?“I can’t hear what I’d really, really like to hear, darlin’.”That southern drawl sent shivers down her spine. His voice, so soft, his breath hot against her neck. H...

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Making of a Murderer

TW: Murder, violence, blood, gore.Today’s the day I change.It’s dark out. The sun doesn’t rise early any more. I’m grateful; the darkness is my friend today. Darker than usual, since the clouds are thick and heavy with rain. There’s something poetic in it, the city shrouded in misty mystery. Almost like the skyscrapers disappear beyond the atmosphere... Man’s dream was to exist in space. Man’s dream is always to be better, to do more.Today is the day that I become better, that I do more. Today is my day.The rain starts. Gently at first, thic...

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The Between

The Between is a strange place. It’s nothing and it’s everything. It’s cold and hot, dark and light, full and empty. Loud and silent. Peaceful… chaotic. Almost poetic. It shouldn’t exist. No-one knows it exists, actually. Yet here… I… am… and I don’t know how I know that.   I don’t know how I got here. I know I’m here, and I know I’m not alive. Nothing with a heart beat could have survived that blast. Was it a blast? Sure felt like it…&nb...

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If Only They Knew

The photos said it all. A thousand words, spoken through a series of gestures. A pair of hands clasped together, smiles on faces, laughter... a kiss. It was as though he didn’t care. As though he wanted the world to know how he felt about her.   Sophia’s hands trembled as she flipped through the photos again. She didn’t realise she was crying until a tear landed on the iPhone screen in front of her. She took a shaky breath in, composed herself, and looked up at Liam, her best friend.   “I’m sorry, Soph... I hope...

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Soulmates (TW: Suicide)

“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

“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.

“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

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

“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

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?

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

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

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

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

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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