Notices by Noam writes (noam@libranet.de), page 3

#Gender #humour from #smbc. 😆

PS If anyone can do this visual #joke justice with #AltText I'll be glad to add it! I think something would be lost in translation.

#Japan is releasing water from #Fukushima into the ocean after treatment. There are popular protests and formal objections from #China and #SouthKorea.

#Nuclear waste is no joke, and there is no perfect solution. But to the best of my understanding, this is a safe and possibly the best solution. In fact, there is an argument for releasing the water faster than Japan is planning. Keeping ever growing amounts of radioactive water for decades is not a good idea. This is considered leaving the problem for future generations, something the International Atomic Energy Agency (IAEA) advises against.

So although "nuclear power plants worldwide have routinely discharged water containing tritium for over 60 years without harm to people or the environment, most at higher levels than planned for Fukushima," popular opinion says otherwise, with China banning Japanese seafood.

Gold from @tomgauld

#writing #WritingCommunity #sciencefiction #science #proposal

There was no denying that the sorceress was beautiful. Her long, dark hair glistened in the sun. Her blue dress swirled as she walked, and the stone set in the silver ring on her finger reflected the green in her eyes. Even when lifting a terrible curse, as she had just done for the miller's family, even when casting a spell to drive away monsters that attacked in the night, her graceful movements never wavered. She was admired, envied, feared and resented in almost equal measure by the townspeople. But they needed her, of that there was now doubt.

Returning home, the sorceress stepped out of the dress and out of the young body. Now people would need consoling. She put on the body of the kindly old wise woman, known locally as the sorceress’s grandmother. She took a deep breath, tested the old voice, and stepped out the back door.

#microfiction #writing #stories

‘You must cleanse yourselves in the three springs before entering the temple,’ said the priest.

We went to the first spring and washed ourselves in the warm water, a pleasant scent of jasmine in the air.

The waters of the second spring were fast-flowing, ice-cold and salty. We only stayed in briefly.

The third spring gurgled out of the mud, and we sank almost to our knees. We playfully daubed each other in dark browns.

We returned to the priest, salty and mud-encrusted. ‘We have cleansed,’ I said.

The priest stared at us open-mouthed, then laughed as they opened the door to the temple.
‘I suppose you have. People usually go in the springs in the reverse order.’

#microfiction #writing