<?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>Sun, 17 May 2026 05:01:33 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/@emen/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[AWAY AND BACK]]></title><description><![CDATA[  CHAPTER 1  He pored over the building plan on the screen of his laptop. His notes were spread over the desk, an assortment of sketches and scribbled notes. His office was small and sparsely]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@emen/away-and-back</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@emen/away-and-back</guid><category><![CDATA[fiction]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[emen]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 22 Nov 2019 11:40:36 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[MY WORLD.]]></title><description><![CDATA[I’m a four year old girl.  Most of the days when I wake up, I always find dad at the dining table working on his laptop. He is always the first one to wake up. Today, I’ve woken up particularly early.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@emen/5n8rqs-my-world</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@emen/5n8rqs-my-world</guid><category><![CDATA[fiction]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[emen]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 11 Nov 2019 13:33:30 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/8hHVpauQQYxe2wxEkHktgYayWXhzmL7ZgK3rxaSD57V64fjaVrW2A5pFZBW?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[MY WORLD.]]></title><description><![CDATA[I love this time of the year when they visit. Large billowing domes with intricate entrails exiting behind them, tapering in delicate transparent veil like jelly. I believe you call them Barrel jelly fish.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@emen/my-world</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@emen/my-world</guid><category><![CDATA[fiction]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[emen]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 09 Nov 2019 16:26:06 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>