Original Fiction: 90s Nightmare

Original Fiction: 90s Nightmare

A little short story to practice characters and dialogue from a few years back that was on Scribophile.


Original Fiction: 90s Nightmare
Original Fiction: 90s Nightmare

“Can you, for the love of God, stop?” Vexa, laying on the bed, looked up from the textbook she had been trying to read for the last two hours with a grimace. Alexis, her girlfriends, had gone thrift shopping and bought every awful item of clothing she found. She then somehow organized them in one embarrassing outfit. Vexa could have given more description, except it was hard to tell where each insulting color originated from. Vexa debated stealing Alexis’s “swag” sunglasses to block out the neon assault, but self-respect won. Alexis’s self-respect obviously had no such luck.

“No way, baby! I’m bringing the 90s back from the dead!” Alexis spun in front of the mirror and gave herself and a disgusted Vexa finger guns. Vexa held back an eye roll. Any second Alexis would trip over the laundry that covered the floor of the cramped room. It had been on the bed as well, but Vexa fought it for control.

“The reason it is dead is that people with sense murdered it.” Alexis made a fake insulted gasp while adjusting the rainbow vomit hoodie. Vexa picked up her Pros and Cons notebook from the desk and opened to the page “Dating Alexis”. Vexa crossed out ‘Fashion’ under Pro, replacing it with “occasional good fashion” and adding “common bad fashion.” under Con.

“Hey!” Alexis had appeared over Vexa’s shoulder, “I don’t see how hating garlic and loving old slang is a con? Also, what do you mean by ‘Pain in the ne-’, Oh wait, nevermind. I get that. How about you make a pro and con for this outfit?”

“I don’t know if I have enough notebooks for the con part. Though not like I am going to need any space for the pro part.”

“Using your quirk to be rude, that’s unradical.” Veza threw her pillow at Alexis for stupid slang. She deflected the attack.

“Anyway, do you know which World War our essay is about?”

“The second one.”

“Crap, I slept through most of that.” Alexis gave a fanged grin, “Can I have a bite before I study?” Vexa glared, but with a sigh moved her hair off her neck, “Thanks, baby.”

Annoying vampire. Why could her favorite ‘decade-I-lived’ aesthetic not be a cool decade?


Disclaimer: I do not remember the 90s, I was born in ’98. Find more of Morgan Gray’s writings here!

A little short story to practice characters and dialogue from a few years back that was on Scribophile.


Original Fiction: 90s Nightmare
Original Fiction: 90s Nightmare

“Can you, for the love of God, stop?” Vexa, laying on the bed, looked up from the textbook she had been trying to read for the last two hours with a grimace. Alexis, her girlfriends, had gone thrift shopping and bought every awful item of clothing she found. She then somehow organized them in one embarrassing outfit. Vexa could have given more description, except it was hard to tell where each insulting color originated from. Vexa debated stealing Alexis’s “swag” sunglasses to block out the neon assault, but self-respect won. Alexis’s self-respect obviously had no such luck.

“No way, baby! I’m bringing the 90s back from the dead!” Alexis spun in front of the mirror and gave herself and a disgusted Vexa finger guns. Vexa held back an eye roll. Any second Alexis would trip over the laundry that covered the floor of the cramped room. It had been on the bed as well, but Vexa fought it for control.

“The reason it is dead is that people with sense murdered it.” Alexis made a fake insulted gasp while adjusting the rainbow vomit hoodie. Vexa picked up her Pros and Cons notebook from the desk and opened to the page “Dating Alexis”. Vexa crossed out ‘Fashion’ under Pro, replacing it with “occasional good fashion” and adding “common bad fashion.” under Con.

“Hey!” Alexis had appeared over Vexa’s shoulder, “I don’t see how hating garlic and loving old slang is a con? Also, what do you mean by ‘Pain in the ne-’, Oh wait, nevermind. I get that. How about you make a pro and con for this outfit?”

“I don’t know if I have enough notebooks for the con part. Though not like I am going to need any space for the pro part.”

“Using your quirk to be rude, that’s unradical.” Veza threw her pillow at Alexis for stupid slang. She deflected the attack.

“Anyway, do you know which World War our essay is about?”

“The second one.”

“Crap, I slept through most of that.” Alexis gave a fanged grin, “Can I have a bite before I study?” Vexa glared, but with a sigh moved her hair off her neck, “Thanks, baby.”

Annoying vampire. Why could her favorite ‘decade-I-lived’ aesthetic not be a cool decade?


Disclaimer: I do not remember the 90s, I was born in ’98. Find more of Morgan Gray’s writings here!

A little short story to practice characters and dialogue from a few years back that was on Scribophile.


Original Fiction: 90s Nightmare
Original Fiction: 90s Nightmare

“Can you, for the love of God, stop?” Vexa, laying on the bed, looked up from the textbook she had been trying to read for the last two hours with a grimace. Alexis, her girlfriends, had gone thrift shopping and bought every awful item of clothing she found. She then somehow organized them in one embarrassing outfit. Vexa could have given more description, except it was hard to tell where each insulting color originated from. Vexa debated stealing Alexis’s “swag” sunglasses to block out the neon assault, but self-respect won. Alexis’s self-respect obviously had no such luck.

“No way, baby! I’m bringing the 90s back from the dead!” Alexis spun in front of the mirror and gave herself and a disgusted Vexa finger guns. Vexa held back an eye roll. Any second Alexis would trip over the laundry that covered the floor of the cramped room. It had been on the bed as well, but Vexa fought it for control.

“The reason it is dead is that people with sense murdered it.” Alexis made a fake insulted gasp while adjusting the rainbow vomit hoodie. Vexa picked up her Pros and Cons notebook from the desk and opened to the page “Dating Alexis”. Vexa crossed out ‘Fashion’ under Pro, replacing it with “occasional good fashion” and adding “common bad fashion.” under Con.

“Hey!” Alexis had appeared over Vexa’s shoulder, “I don’t see how hating garlic and loving old slang is a con? Also, what do you mean by ‘Pain in the ne-’, Oh wait, nevermind. I get that. How about you make a pro and con for this outfit?”

“I don’t know if I have enough notebooks for the con part. Though not like I am going to need any space for the pro part.”

“Using your quirk to be rude, that’s unradical.” Veza threw her pillow at Alexis for stupid slang. She deflected the attack.

“Anyway, do you know which World War our essay is about?”

“The second one.”

“Crap, I slept through most of that.” Alexis gave a fanged grin, “Can I have a bite before I study?” Vexa glared, but with a sigh moved her hair off her neck, “Thanks, baby.”

Annoying vampire. Why could her favorite ‘decade-I-lived’ aesthetic not be a cool decade?


Disclaimer: I do not remember the 90s, I was born in ’98. Find more of Morgan Gray’s writings here!

A little short story to practice characters and dialogue from a few years back that was on Scribophile.


Original Fiction: 90s Nightmare
Original Fiction: 90s Nightmare

“Can you, for the love of God, stop?” Vexa, laying on the bed, looked up from the textbook she had been trying to read for the last two hours with a grimace. Alexis, her girlfriends, had gone thrift shopping and bought every awful item of clothing she found. She then somehow organized them in one embarrassing outfit. Vexa could have given more description, except it was hard to tell where each insulting color originated from. Vexa debated stealing Alexis’s “swag” sunglasses to block out the neon assault, but self-respect won. Alexis’s self-respect obviously had no such luck.

“No way, baby! I’m bringing the 90s back from the dead!” Alexis spun in front of the mirror and gave herself and a disgusted Vexa finger guns. Vexa held back an eye roll. Any second Alexis would trip over the laundry that covered the floor of the cramped room. It had been on the bed as well, but Vexa fought it for control.

“The reason it is dead is that people with sense murdered it.” Alexis made a fake insulted gasp while adjusting the rainbow vomit hoodie. Vexa picked up her Pros and Cons notebook from the desk and opened to the page “Dating Alexis”. Vexa crossed out ‘Fashion’ under Pro, replacing it with “occasional good fashion” and adding “common bad fashion.” under Con.

“Hey!” Alexis had appeared over Vexa’s shoulder, “I don’t see how hating garlic and loving old slang is a con? Also, what do you mean by ‘Pain in the ne-’, Oh wait, nevermind. I get that. How about you make a pro and con for this outfit?”

“I don’t know if I have enough notebooks for the con part. Though not like I am going to need any space for the pro part.”

“Using your quirk to be rude, that’s unradical.” Veza threw her pillow at Alexis for stupid slang. She deflected the attack.

“Anyway, do you know which World War our essay is about?”

“The second one.”

“Crap, I slept through most of that.” Alexis gave a fanged grin, “Can I have a bite before I study?” Vexa glared, but with a sigh moved her hair off her neck, “Thanks, baby.”

Annoying vampire. Why could her favorite ‘decade-I-lived’ aesthetic not be a cool decade?


Disclaimer: I do not remember the 90s, I was born in ’98. Find more of Morgan Gray’s writings here!