<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></title><description><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link><image><url>http://direct.ecency.com/logo512.png</url><title>RSS Feed</title><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link></image><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2026 13:29:53 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/@authorofthings/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[A Swansong - The Impact Challenge Contest]]></title><description><![CDATA[They say real girls wear pearls and polka dot skirts. They speak in whispers and seldom make noise. They walk softly, on tippy toes Softly, too, in just the right heels appropriately lady-like and not]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/writingimpact/@authorofthings/a-swansong-the-impact-challenge-contest</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/writingimpact/@authorofthings/a-swansong-the-impact-challenge-contest</guid><category><![CDATA[writingimpact]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[authorofthings]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 22 Feb 2018 06:20:06 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/6VvuHGsoU2QD2aHbJiivbVZV6nAA4BJrX2xi1Ybu2XxzaLMr9BZm6oFjphBuYzNLG6AhkhVbHfTZfypJQCBsYDmG6m4JpyAv6Wd7asJnK7k4gyP5qKPWB8dY973xFG?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Custodian, Chapter 5]]></title><description><![CDATA[I know it's been a few months since I posted the last of these, but such is the life of a writer, one as disorganized and at times, lazy as this one. But be that as it may, here is the next chapter of]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@authorofthings/the-custodian-chapter-5</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@authorofthings/the-custodian-chapter-5</guid><category><![CDATA[fiction]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[authorofthings]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 21 Feb 2018 23:24:54 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/C3TZR1g81UNchGPKLQuxAL7oEwDJ42cT977qXjChbE91qaUcXsX29oaG56KAoaVcDyNaP52Y8VPqf7mLqS46vBxbM5U3MvCLz89YF7DLWv1Mt9DZp5qV9H8?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Unafraid - a Love Poem]]></title><description><![CDATA[#Unafraid It is only melting away And into Deep, deep, deep Your wings Folded into mine, A perfect fit We will fly High but slow As if in deep sleep We will drip Into each other's pores Drop by drop We]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@authorofthings/unafraid-a-love-poem</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@authorofthings/unafraid-a-love-poem</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[authorofthings]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 14 Feb 2018 15:51:30 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/AmRc67RgYaWVEa5TxnoPRiGMS1Ae6MyfiK8oyuudvTE4TATjc4Bry7F97BvinHVUui3Hhar7MzJGnpDCWKRqmD2JMPHjQKSWxp6rYQh6jJhtqGWAEpPMASK9UkjbsCmDVJF7Wd98TDLMXURxpViSoXtfLhtJ8qcr?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Unraveling - a weird journey I’m on…]]></title><description><![CDATA[(me skiing in the tundra at about 40 below) Unraveling My grandmother died of a broken arm. Not technically, but that’s how I remember it. She’d been in a bad motorcycle accident; suffered a severe concussion]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/busy/@authorofthings/unraveling-a-weird-journey-i-m-on</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/busy/@authorofthings/unraveling-a-weird-journey-i-m-on</guid><category><![CDATA[busy]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[authorofthings]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 12 Feb 2018 03:50:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/3W72119s5BjWMGm4Xa2MvD5AT2bJsSA8F9WeC71v1s1fKfGkK9mMKuc3LcvF4KigbWg9UsrpEPGGJJG9aRasb4pVMCAiDW28qZWi93Y8WMQ6R7NmfzM54z?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Making of a Reb, Part 3]]></title><description><![CDATA[The Making of a Reb, Part 3 “When was your last test, Carter?” He stills, stares at me, uncomprehending. “Your balance test, Carter, the last one, when?” My voice is loud now, demanding. Carter doesn’t]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@authorofthings/the-making-of-a-reb-part-3</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@authorofthings/the-making-of-a-reb-part-3</guid><category><![CDATA[fiction]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[authorofthings]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 11 Feb 2018 15:47:45 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/C3TZR1g81UNchGPKLQuxAL7oEwDJ42cT977qXjChUMcSsJbN1tqkUqmNyWWgvCopcSFLqpQ5tFicMBzduZvEtzJvuBuFpArRgtrUUbPdgkQoTympyBnXE6r?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[How to Make a Kickass Borscht]]></title><description><![CDATA[First - a caveat. While I use ‘Borsht’ in the title, no self-respecting Russian would either spell or pronounce it this way. It really should be “Borsh” and so that’s what I’m going to call it. A few things]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/food/@authorofthings/how-to-make-a-kickass-borscht</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/food/@authorofthings/how-to-make-a-kickass-borscht</guid><category><![CDATA[food]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[authorofthings]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 07 Feb 2018 23:03:39 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/3W72119s5BjWMGm4Xa2MvD5AT2bJsSA8F9WeC71v1s1fKfGkK9mMKuc3LcvF4KigbWg9UsrpEPGGEmswkUjEcjyyrZd5ZFBSHEk67LMcSoJWxrL7Ynbkbg?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Gift - Original Horror Story]]></title><description><![CDATA[image credit Pixabay A Gift “I have a gift for you.” She turns, looks at him, the face she knows so well. He’s smiling at her one of his secret, soft smiles, not the stilted kind he usually has on. 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She sat on the edge of a colossal tortoise-shaped rock, staring at the reflections of vivid pinks and]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/contest/@authorofthings/rose-water-150-word-flash-fiction-entry-for-dhs-5sbd-contest</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/contest/@authorofthings/rose-water-150-word-flash-fiction-entry-for-dhs-5sbd-contest</guid><category><![CDATA[contest]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[authorofthings]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 03 Feb 2018 03:43:54 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/FUkUE5bzkAZVVKmXhtvgKqwbwBkEW2Zw4TQ1mz82zk9YGo8REzvAveMzZgSYhqqx5vQuMqv8iFcMtcgprV4s4qixZQjxCdxhgRZRGbuMVcppR11xqeW187VwFAzo3Yufmf4RCbVJEbn5P2fwCa1s95u8Mbt9R7GUTrNa?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Un-Shattered - A Poem for a Friend.]]></title><description><![CDATA[#Un-Shattered# But what is a family but bundles of hurt silent or begging or stirring up dirt that you'd long since buried to save your heart only they own it and there isn't a safeguard of that old old]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poem/@authorofthings/un-shattered-a-poem-for-a-friend</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poem/@authorofthings/un-shattered-a-poem-for-a-friend</guid><category><![CDATA[poem]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[authorofthings]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 01 Feb 2018 23:51:45 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2r8F9rTBenJR3iqPxDrevHK3vDeQGnHc8Wj8C8negcjSsC1ALYgChuVtq1vKECvAtmEZtk93ryW5LetMN8XznN2zCYkjpL3ZDFgc5xEiX579EkY4NgxdZo4sYvNUe6Rdg?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Shine]]></title><description><![CDATA[NOTE: This story was written for the Scribes and Scribblers Writing Competition. You can find them on Discord. Awesome group of people. The prompt for this was Not Quite Human with an idea of writing from]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@authorofthings/shine</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@authorofthings/shine</guid><category><![CDATA[fiction]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[authorofthings]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 29 Jan 2018 18:44:45 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/54TLbcUcnRm4iYtFdzVNy1kt3F2tvRShXkTnWxjMrGYmyrWEvGtZgujidV1ajmzj43HTA9aPAkxxPFvgekAKiiE6AoTjSbGgTAXWs1zpsyerNW5eu3N1hsSPiBfk1AmwRw4KPY6ir?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[My Fishing Misadventures - a true story, a photo essay, an embarrassing journey]]></title><description><![CDATA[So I promised a few friends on the Isle of Write discord that one of these days, I’ll tell them about my fishing trip this past Sunday. A promise is a promise, so here goes. 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My mind a whirlywhirl of words, spun up and spinning through the web I weave, from textures of the roads I’ve trod, among the silks of fragile papers of old books, smelling]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/wpchallenge/@authorofthings/unfinished-original-poem</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/wpchallenge/@authorofthings/unfinished-original-poem</guid><category><![CDATA[wpchallenge]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[authorofthings]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 26 Jan 2018 13:50:30 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2nhMph8Yo3jHyfsfBxm3raDEGrffBkSsHnPoxzrm2mVfTvZLVxVH1R3kH1ia9RKq5iFtUkW41fh7wSghRrjKJVyHXVJEYJsTgzQcnarai4FaDvVF4BH8fHftVhBrr3Xjq8oj8eCMV1fmCFjveXBqUhLfbXbTagkUmWy9S9Ukg8FJBTv6BouPfuzzz?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Erased - Original Poem]]></title><description><![CDATA[Erased if I were on paper, would you erase me? slowly, line by fading line? 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The lights streaming through the darkened windows, screaming reds and purples and blues, an epileptic’s worst nightmare. We huddled]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/contest/@authorofthings/the-night-it-all-began-flash-fiction-contest</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/contest/@authorofthings/the-night-it-all-began-flash-fiction-contest</guid><category><![CDATA[contest]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[authorofthings]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 17 Jan 2018 16:17:54 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/FUkUE5bzkAZVVKmXhtvgKqwbwBkEW2Zw4TQ1mz83AWGGswrZvtqmHzbZD2r1yWnhWcWBFzhGbkvqNVGXTjgbznN4pDLWune6ZmCGzbpoZsfQ7Qf98vpUcb2CtAD18eKenCzYwTnLbe6aVGyFkSoamjBKRx2EJPxD2tuk?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Fifty Word Stories - The Last Wave]]></title><description><![CDATA[-The Last Wave- It’s the ninth wave you have to watch out for. Poseidon’s wrath roils slowly, reluctantly, they say. 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