Writing - Tamingthemuse challenge
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jadedmusingsTitle: The More Things Change
Fandom: Original
Prompt: #207 - Tuvalu
Warnings: None really, just two immature boys talking about breasts.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A glimpse into the lives of adolescent boys of the future.
Word Count: 665
Notes: I have no idea who these boys are, this is simply what my muse came up with this week. Also, from reading the Wikipedia entry so graciously provided by the mods, Tuvalu does not, in fact, have any nude beaches, nor is it a tropical paradise with loads of tourism.
“You want to go where?”
“Tuvalu.” Travis put his hands behind his head and lay back on the grass, his blue eyes staring at puffy clouds rolling overhead.
Derek scratched his head and raised an eyebrow at his companion. “Isn’t that something you find in a lady’s trousers, or is it that thing that hangs down at the back of your throat?”
“No, that’s a vulva and a uvula respectively. Tuvalu is an island,” said Travis who was by all accounts unfazed by Derek’s lack of anatomical knowledge. Not everyone’s father was a professor of anatomy who left his textbooks unattended like his did.
“Right, so where is this island located?”
Travis shrugged. “Somewheres in the Pacific Ocean the way I heard it.”
“You need to be a little more specific than that. The Pacific Ocean is an awfully big body of water.” Derek may not know his uvula from his vulva, but he did know a thing or two about geography. “And I’m not so sure I trust the transporter’s navigation chip enough to try and narrow our destination down to a tiny island in the world’s biggest ocean.”
“Then what good is a machine that’s supposed to take you anywhere you want to go if it doesn’t take you anywhere you want?” sneered Travis.
“I already told you,” Derek rolled his eyes, “Dad says it’s not finished, and anyway, he’s still got to find out where Mr. Johnson’s poodle got sent to.”
Travis rubbed his nose. “Oh, yeah, I forgot ‘bout that. What did the police say after Mr. Johnson called them?”
“They couldn’t charge Dad with anything. There’re no laws against accidentally teleporting your neighbor’s pet. Officer McKenzie said it sounded more like a civil matter to him.” Derek plucked a long blade of grass from the ground and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. “Mr. Johnson has said he’s gonna bring it up at the next housing association meeting.”
The other boy snorted softly. “Like they’ll do anything. My old man says nobody liked that dog and that our street is better off without the little shit.”
Unable to help himself, Derek giggled at his friend’s cursing. “So what’s so special about this Tru-vul-ulva place?”
“Tuvalu,” Travis corrected. “And it’s nothing special, really. It’s just some random place that isn’t here. I found it by flipping through an old atlas of mom’s. From the looks of it, it might be a tropical sort of place and that might mean topless beaches.”
“Topless beaches?”
“Oh yes, or maybe even completely nude beaches.”
“No, I meant, what’s so special about them? I go around topless at the beach all the time.”
“Yeah, but your mom and your sister don’t, do they?”
“Ew, gross! Why would I want to see that?” Derek mimed gagging to emphasize his point.
Travis sighed and looked skyward again. “I only meant that women would go around topless, not only your sister and mom. Just think: tits as far as the eye can see.”
Derek tried to picture a white sandy beach with miles of beautiful topless women in his head. It soon became apparent that either his imagination wasn’t as good as Travis’s, or there just wasn’t much that was exciting about a lot of women flashing their chests to all and sundry. The way he figured, if he wanted to see naked women, all he had to do was sneak a peek into his father’s secret stash of naughty magazines.
After a prolonged silence during which he was no doubt fantasizing about all manner of breasts, Travis finally spoke. “All right, so if your dad’s fancy transporter isn’t ready to be used, how about we go check out the new holo-games at the mall?”
“Sure,” Derek answered, pushing himself to his feet. “And after that maybe we can help Dad test out the transporter on your sister.”
“Yeah!” Travis agreed before leaping to his feet and running for his hover bike. “Race you to the store!”
Fandom: Original
Prompt: #207 - Tuvalu
Warnings: None really, just two immature boys talking about breasts.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A glimpse into the lives of adolescent boys of the future.
Word Count: 665
Notes: I have no idea who these boys are, this is simply what my muse came up with this week. Also, from reading the Wikipedia entry so graciously provided by the mods, Tuvalu does not, in fact, have any nude beaches, nor is it a tropical paradise with loads of tourism.
“You want to go where?”
“Tuvalu.” Travis put his hands behind his head and lay back on the grass, his blue eyes staring at puffy clouds rolling overhead.
Derek scratched his head and raised an eyebrow at his companion. “Isn’t that something you find in a lady’s trousers, or is it that thing that hangs down at the back of your throat?”
“No, that’s a vulva and a uvula respectively. Tuvalu is an island,” said Travis who was by all accounts unfazed by Derek’s lack of anatomical knowledge. Not everyone’s father was a professor of anatomy who left his textbooks unattended like his did.
“Right, so where is this island located?”
Travis shrugged. “Somewheres in the Pacific Ocean the way I heard it.”
“You need to be a little more specific than that. The Pacific Ocean is an awfully big body of water.” Derek may not know his uvula from his vulva, but he did know a thing or two about geography. “And I’m not so sure I trust the transporter’s navigation chip enough to try and narrow our destination down to a tiny island in the world’s biggest ocean.”
“Then what good is a machine that’s supposed to take you anywhere you want to go if it doesn’t take you anywhere you want?” sneered Travis.
“I already told you,” Derek rolled his eyes, “Dad says it’s not finished, and anyway, he’s still got to find out where Mr. Johnson’s poodle got sent to.”
Travis rubbed his nose. “Oh, yeah, I forgot ‘bout that. What did the police say after Mr. Johnson called them?”
“They couldn’t charge Dad with anything. There’re no laws against accidentally teleporting your neighbor’s pet. Officer McKenzie said it sounded more like a civil matter to him.” Derek plucked a long blade of grass from the ground and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. “Mr. Johnson has said he’s gonna bring it up at the next housing association meeting.”
The other boy snorted softly. “Like they’ll do anything. My old man says nobody liked that dog and that our street is better off without the little shit.”
Unable to help himself, Derek giggled at his friend’s cursing. “So what’s so special about this Tru-vul-ulva place?”
“Tuvalu,” Travis corrected. “And it’s nothing special, really. It’s just some random place that isn’t here. I found it by flipping through an old atlas of mom’s. From the looks of it, it might be a tropical sort of place and that might mean topless beaches.”
“Topless beaches?”
“Oh yes, or maybe even completely nude beaches.”
“No, I meant, what’s so special about them? I go around topless at the beach all the time.”
“Yeah, but your mom and your sister don’t, do they?”
“Ew, gross! Why would I want to see that?” Derek mimed gagging to emphasize his point.
Travis sighed and looked skyward again. “I only meant that women would go around topless, not only your sister and mom. Just think: tits as far as the eye can see.”
Derek tried to picture a white sandy beach with miles of beautiful topless women in his head. It soon became apparent that either his imagination wasn’t as good as Travis’s, or there just wasn’t much that was exciting about a lot of women flashing their chests to all and sundry. The way he figured, if he wanted to see naked women, all he had to do was sneak a peek into his father’s secret stash of naughty magazines.
After a prolonged silence during which he was no doubt fantasizing about all manner of breasts, Travis finally spoke. “All right, so if your dad’s fancy transporter isn’t ready to be used, how about we go check out the new holo-games at the mall?”
“Sure,” Derek answered, pushing himself to his feet. “And after that maybe we can help Dad test out the transporter on your sister.”
“Yeah!” Travis agreed before leaping to his feet and running for his hover bike. “Race you to the store!”
