<?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>Wed, 22 Apr 2026 22:57:14 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/@erikj/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Deleted Post.]]></title><description><![CDATA[Deleted.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@erikj/only-human</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@erikj/only-human</guid><category><![CDATA[fiction]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[erikj]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 24 Dec 2017 04:07:51 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Look! Touch Die!]]></title><description><![CDATA[“Koharu, have you seen my blue shirt?” Aaron Chambers called out as he stared at himself in the mirror that decorated the inside of the closet door. I look fat, he thought. A shuffle of steps behind him,]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/science/@erikj/look-touch-die</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/science/@erikj/look-touch-die</guid><category><![CDATA[science]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[erikj]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 24 Dec 2017 03:59:24 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/vM1pGHgNcyCiaxZmdb555hkjecmqomntNdRp7jgAoEdoQ8nmWUuxjqmjg4LUXJ5mMrgqBvfMRdYw5SSSLSNeQsbma1Zj8f1SmqiD6GE72PorE5NqYZtbCEot49KZDF95BJDZXdg?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Deleted Story 5]]></title><description><![CDATA[deleted]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/mythology/@erikj/2rya6a-a-grain-of-sand</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/mythology/@erikj/2rya6a-a-grain-of-sand</guid><category><![CDATA[mythology]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[erikj]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2017 05:52:36 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Grain of Sand]]></title><description><![CDATA[In the garden, I sit near a white marble pillar that holds a jar as black as the deepest sea. I am waiting for her to arrive. I pass the time with memories. The morning I first saw Zoe in the temple, her]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@erikj/4bayd3-a-grain-of-sand</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@erikj/4bayd3-a-grain-of-sand</guid><category><![CDATA[fiction]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[erikj]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2017 02:47:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/D5zH9SyxCKdBnJaFeHnL3svQi9ZN2XzXDbzH7Wc9reTAvPWBXcPM23DRhuRrWQh4cW24mjvQHW1kLdAmX6qZUVWG9ZZfwovvTXg23nzb3EDs3A7SXXR7tVt6pbKwYKb3qGKKjU?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[deleted]]></title><description><![CDATA[deleted]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@erikj/a-grain-of-sand</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@erikj/a-grain-of-sand</guid><category><![CDATA[fiction]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[erikj]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2017 02:42:09 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Zero Questions]]></title><description><![CDATA[When the light from the fire dies, they will attack. At night, we burn whatever we can find. Sometimes it’s an oily wooden palette and it goes up like a house. Tonight, it’s some big branches. Oak or maple]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/horror/@erikj/zero-questions</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/horror/@erikj/zero-questions</guid><category><![CDATA[horror]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[erikj]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 26 Oct 2017 11:39:24 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/vM1pGHgNcyCiaxZmdb555hkjecmqomntNdRp7jgAqocPjWoAyLwSGkMzvZJCjC1fqZg6apgRgbxesBPiD7e7g25FNxQAjmfVVeFCa5oU4aAMrpESpHRgr4iL4f9cmoFzPsb2dSe?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Formatting issues-will repost later.]]></title><description><![CDATA[Formatting issues.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@erikj/shift</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@erikj/shift</guid><category><![CDATA[fiction]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[erikj]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 01 Jul 2017 04:20:03 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Salt (Part 3 of 3)]]></title><description><![CDATA[Becky held the head by hair that was long, black, and curly. The head had belonged to a man with an olive complexion, about thirty years of age. He had a curved nose and bad teeth, and his face was beginning]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@erikj/salt-part-3-of-3</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@erikj/salt-part-3-of-3</guid><category><![CDATA[fiction]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[erikj]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 17 Jun 2017 01:20:33 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/cyxkEVqiiLyAJMrzqHfWLT7YbdgoprDQGwdeDRwrB8u1LLfkmPMaLfDoVXNHEDPiXie5fAn2cJeDz6yFAnsdr2dM2ATgZN7G5EnckLSCK5iSi4616xdWhnb69LaXc9gyfzv?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Salt (Part 2 of 3)]]></title><description><![CDATA[             She turned to face him, her eyes wide. He stood there with a scowling Phoenix in tow.      “Are you going]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@erikj/salt-part-2-of-3</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@erikj/salt-part-2-of-3</guid><category><![CDATA[fiction]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[erikj]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 16 Jun 2017 00:03:30 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/cyxkEVqiiLyAJMrzqHfWLT7YbdgoprDQGwdeDRwrB8u1LLfkmPMaLfDoVXNHEDPiXie5fAn2cJeDz6yFAnsdr2dM2ATgZN7G5EnckLSCK5iSi4616xdWhnb69LaXc9gyfzv?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Salt (Part 1 of 3)]]></title><description><![CDATA[     The sun doesn’t give life, Becky thought. The sun takes it away.      Becky saw how the sun stole people’s energy as they staggered towards the restaurant]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@erikj/salt-part-1-of-3</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@erikj/salt-part-1-of-3</guid><category><![CDATA[fiction]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[erikj]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 15 Jun 2017 00:49:27 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/23KQwnti57stsAqnmyxQN5QPZRZvTFiCDfL7NC8SaXCTGuuLteYqXWUtQNjxfhgPm2ZxTES6ZnTQ32qAMavKoBTJ61HaAAr?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Hello]]></title><description><![CDATA[Quick introduction...  I write speculative fiction stories that sometimes have fantasy, mythological or philosophical threads. Posting some of them on Steemit to get feedback & build a reputation.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/introduceyourself/@erikj/hello</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/introduceyourself/@erikj/hello</guid><category><![CDATA[introduceyourself]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[erikj]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 14 Jun 2017 02:51:24 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Deleted story 3]]></title><description><![CDATA[    ]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/noir/@erikj/touch-of-night</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/noir/@erikj/touch-of-night</guid><category><![CDATA[noir]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[erikj]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 14 Jun 2017 02:40:48 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2923mN3pnd7PdDH5Qnyenf3kEqaSK2xJ4st8eMrsXNNr7kLvZW7DY15J9jVvqRgMUVskCVwDHQ2219neRnB24VrEYtSLM3FHKAHK7fNhnEDKCJ?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item></channel></rss>