Valentines is coming up and I'm REALLY hoping that I can get some online sales for love poems. I feel like my social media presence isn't where it should be though, and I make most of my sales on the street (understandably). AND I'm reeaaally enjoying my time off from busking, so I know that if I really wanna make some income, I'll have to go back at least one to two weeks before Valentines. I was hoping to have a second vending machine right now, but money's especially tight.
Anyway, my game plan is: stock up the current machine with more love poems, be ready to get back out there in like two weeks, aaand make another reel I can boost on Instagram 😅
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An original short story about a girl named Jupiter, the demigod Narcissus, and a little bit of ghost-like possession.
Genre: fantasy, sci-fi, comedy
Tags: greek gods, possession, alcohol, supernatural, enemies to friends (ish)
Rating: T for language
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Jupiter stared into her glass. The bright lights in the club danced over her skin, turning it all sorts of colors. She felt wobbly. How much had she had to drink?
She stumbled when Maggie crashed into her, laughing.
“I’m twenty three!” She half yelled, half sang into her friends ear, “Nobody likes me! I’m having such a great time, Jupe! Dance with me!”
“Do you know how many drinks I’ve had?” She yelled back. She tried to keep her balance, but Maggie was dragging her towards the dance floor too fast. She spilled her drink. Her hand jerked wildly, clear liquid spilling onto the floor.
“Huh? I dunno, why?”
“I feel drunk,” she said, holding onto Maggie for support, “I have to go.”
“Woah, woah, woah, what, do you feel bad? Do you think somebody did something to your drink?”
“No, it’s not that. I can’t have more than a drink or two. I only had two, why do I feel so drunk?”
Maggie took the glass from her hand, sniffed it, took a sip. She made a face and coughed. “Ugh! Can’t you taste how strong this is? Did you drink the whole thing?”
Her heart dropped. “Is it really strong?”
“My throats still on fire.”
Shit. The bastard messed with her taste buds. Since when could he do that?
I’ve been hiding that trick for a while, said a smooth voice in her head, let me out!
Resisting the urge to clutch her head, she ran to the bathroom.
“I have to pee!” she yelled, hoping her friend wouldn’t follow her. Mercy of mercies, there wasn’t a line. She ducked in, latched the door, and clutched the bathroom sink, staring at her reflection.
Son of a bitch.
“You asshole,” she told her reflection, “You asshole!”
You know, botox doesn’t cost much. I’m not saying you need it but if it’s not broke, fix it before it is, right?
“God I hate you. I hate whatever it is I did that cursed me with you.”
She looked at the corners of her eyes in the mirror. She didn’t even have wrinkles.
Not yet, said the voice.
“I’m puking. Bye.”
The voice laughed. Too late for that! It’s already in your system, sweetheart. Don’t worry, i’m not gonna get a haircut like last time. I’m just gonna party and show Maggie what a good friend you are.
She couldn’t believe this. The sink jerked in her hands, and she gripped it tightly to avoid falling. She never should have ordered a drink. She should have—
“Oh calm down,” he said with her mouth. With her hand, he began to fix her lipstick. “You’ve been standing in the corner like a wallflower the whole time. Why do you think she dragged you out onto the dance floor? You were being a huge bore.”
Great. Now she was stuck inside her own mind, a prisoner for at least eight hours until either the alcohol wore off or Narcissus got bored.
“Listen, it’s not exactly my idea of a fantastic time either. You think I want to be stuck inside the body of a twenty year old girl? I used to be gorgeous. And, to top it off, I can only come out when you’re drunk.”
Don’t even think of getting botox, or lip injections, or whatever! My face is fine, I like myself just the way I am.
“That’s a great outlook! And you should. I was only kidding about the botox anyway.”
Stop fixing my lipstick, it’s fine. You’re putting too much, my lips aren’t that big.
“It’s called over lining,” Narcissus said, finally capping the lipstick and slipping it inside her purse, “it’s supposed to make your lips more plump. You look great. I look great. Let’s party. Ooh, wait what’s this?”
Taking her hand out of the bag, Narcissus held her cellphone.
He looked in the mirror, met eyes of their reflection.
“Selfies!”
They spent a ridiculous amount of time taking selfies. Jupiter hated to admit it, but her lips really did look great. And for being a thousand year old demigod, Narcissus took amazing selfies.
At least she got a great profile pic out of tonight.
“See? I’m not that bad once you get to know me.” He said, opening the door. A girl rushed past them, and if Jupiter could, she would have blushed with embarrasment.
Jupiter scoffed. I don’t mind knowing you. I mind that I can’t control my body right now. Can’t you possess someone else?
Narcissus got another drink at the bar and paid for it. “If I could, believe me, I would. It’s only been a few weeks, give it some time. Dionysus’ curses usually last about three months anyway. I’ll be gone before you know it.”
Dionysus? You got cursed by Dionysus?
“Yeah,” he said, twirling a lock of hair around their finger, “Why else do you think this only happens when you’re drunk? He probably picked you because you never drink. If it weren't for your friend Maggie, I’d still be stuck in your head. I should thank her.”
Three months? They were stuck together for three whole months?
If Jupiter had control of her mouth, she would have cursed herself.
“Hey Jupe! Are you feeling better?” Maggie said, surprising them. Her birthday crown was askew, and they fixed it for her.
“I am! Now that i’m here. I mean, now that you’re here, birthday girl. Do you wanna dance?”
Maggie squealed, definitely tipsy, and led them to the dance floor.
Jupiter hated to admit it, but even stuck in her own mind, she had a good time. She could still see, hear, and feel everything that they did. And seeing her friend happy on her birthday made her happy.
See? Narcissus thought, I told you we’d show her a good time.
Yeah, Yeah, now hush. This is our favorite song.
Unfortunately for her, Narcissus kept drinking throughout the night. She wasn’t sure if it was because they were there, and he thought they might as well drink, or if he was trying to appease Dionysus somehow by consuming alcohol. Now that she knew he wasn’t thrilled by their predicament either, maybe he was doing all he could to undo it?
In the morning she woke up on Maggie’s bed, still in her party dress. She rose to get up and stopped, instantly regretting it when her head throbbed monstrously.
Sorry, that one’s my fault. They were good drinks.
“Ugh. They were.” she groaned.
She tried again, tasting her own breath and wishing Narcissus had the foresight to brush their teeth before they passed out. She found her spare in the bathroom, and tried to be quiet while Maggie was still asleep.
“Look,” she said, toothpaste dripping from her mouth and falling in a foamy mess on the sink, “If we’re gonna be like this for another two months, we need some ground rules.”
Ugh, Narcissus said in her mind, rules are boring.
“Yeah, well, I don’t like that you’re scheming every night to get me drunk. So what about this,” she paused to rinse her mouth with water, and spat.
“Every Saturday, we can get drunk. You can come out, you can do what you want. But only one drink for you. I can’t keep waking up with headaches, I just can’t.”
Only every Saturday? That’s a whole week i’m stuck in here!
“Well I don’t like the idea of getting drunk every day! I’m the one that wakes up hungover, not you!”
Narcissus grumbled in her head. Okay, fine. But a week? That’s literally torture.
Jupiter crossed her arms, looking down at her reflection. “Take it or leave it. It’s either that, or you’re stuck in there for two months.”
Fine, it’s a deal. Every Saturday. But we’re getting drunk in the morning. That way, I get the whole day.
Jupiter didn’t like the idea of giving up her body for an entire 24 hours, but she supposed it was only fair. Narcissus would be stuck in her a whole week.
It was fair.
From the other side of the door, Jupiter could hear Maggie moving around.
“Jupe? Who are you talking to?”
“I’m calling the bank!” she lied quickly, “They have a phone tree.”
“Ugh, I hate those! Hey, let’s go get some breakfast. And some breakfast drinks.”
Hey, Jupe, Narcissus said, a smile in his voice. You have to. Because guess what day it is?
Jupiter groaned. She walked right into that one.
Today was Saturday.
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This living for the weekend shit is just depressing. How am I ever supposed to be okay with having a 9-5? I just wanna busk the streets for a few hours a day and go home. Maybe I should go back to retail. It was also bad, but at least I was only 10 minutes away from home.
Some good news today though! My poetry vending machine is officially going to be in my local art museum by Tuesday next week! ✨️ and another local store wants one, and a store in another town wants one when they open. That's a bit iffy though because that may or may not fall through. Also, I don't know how well the profit margins would actually be, since each machine Costs around 300 dollars, and the poems only sell for a max of 1.25 each. Could take years to make back what the machine costs before I see profit :/ I have to see if anyone is selling them cheaper around here....
I accidentally signed myself up to read in front of ~300 people today! So luckily I already had an excerpt of my short story printed out and I went up there and read the damn thing! I embraced my inner Cecil Baldwin and tried to read nice and slow, enunciate the consonants ya know so I could be better understood. I think that helped? I know I need to work on my reading voice, but the theatre was really quiet so I hoped that meant I was reading well and everyone was actually listening to my story, intently.
And then my professor recognized me and said she enjoyed it! It's nice to be recognized among a huge throng of faces :")
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