<?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>Fri, 24 Apr 2026 09:04:37 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/@quinlinwillow/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[On A Stormy Night]]></title><description><![CDATA[On a stormy night, when the winds rushed through the trees, rains pattered against roofs of the wooden cottages in the surrounding area, thunder racked the skies in loud claps, and Lightning illuminated]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/shortstories/@quinlinwillow/on-a-stormy-night</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/shortstories/@quinlinwillow/on-a-stormy-night</guid><category><![CDATA[shortstories]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[quinlinwillow]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 02 Sep 2018 16:43:24 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Basement]]></title><description><![CDATA[“But I don’t wanna go down there!” “James, quit being ridiculous! It’s just the basement.” “It creeps me out.” “Don’t be such a baby Jameson. Go down and turn off the lights! Quick before Mom and Dad get]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/shortstories/@quinlinwillow/the-basement</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/shortstories/@quinlinwillow/the-basement</guid><category><![CDATA[shortstories]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[quinlinwillow]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jul 2018 12:27:21 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[How To Phone Home: Chapter One]]></title><description><![CDATA[“I’m sorry” Those were the only words that seemed to fill the cold November air. “I’m sorry” The words repeated over and over again, in countless different tones, the words belonging to countless faces.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/shortstories/@quinlinwillow/how-to-phone-home-chapter-one</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/shortstories/@quinlinwillow/how-to-phone-home-chapter-one</guid><category><![CDATA[shortstories]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[quinlinwillow]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2018 21:05:48 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Sailors]]></title><description><![CDATA["Toss her over board!" A scream filled the night air. It was windy, the waves rough against the ships side. Salt water splashed up into the faces of sailors, how gripped the sides of their beloved]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/shortstories/@quinlinwillow/sailors</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/shortstories/@quinlinwillow/sailors</guid><category><![CDATA[shortstories]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[quinlinwillow]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 07 Mar 2018 16:43:45 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Mushrooms]]></title><description><![CDATA[Once Upon a Time there lived a flying, Magical, mushroom fearing, water breathing, treasure finding! Knox the Final Dragon! Knox liked a lot of thing, but mushrooms wasn't one of those things as said before.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/shortstories/@quinlinwillow/mushrooms</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/shortstories/@quinlinwillow/mushrooms</guid><category><![CDATA[shortstories]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[quinlinwillow]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2018 12:03:06 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Numbers]]></title><description><![CDATA[Numbers. That's what your life had been. For every person you saw, there was a number above their head. Some ranged from ten or two, to fourteen hundred and sixteen. Really it depended on the person. And]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/shortstories/@quinlinwillow/numbers</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/shortstories/@quinlinwillow/numbers</guid><category><![CDATA[shortstories]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[quinlinwillow]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 03 Mar 2018 21:59:42 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Addiction]]></title><description><![CDATA[It was normal for Young Red to bring her Grandmother treats. Her grandmother was an old, sickly lady, but that surely didn't mean that she didn't love her granddaughter and long for these visits. One morning,]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/shortstories/@quinlinwillow/addiction</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/shortstories/@quinlinwillow/addiction</guid><category><![CDATA[shortstories]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[quinlinwillow]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 02 Mar 2018 17:04:18 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Subway]]></title><description><![CDATA[The subway was filled with people, trains going in and out of the station and everyone was going about with their own day. You wished you could do the same, really you did, you wished that you could say]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/shortstories/@quinlinwillow/subway</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/shortstories/@quinlinwillow/subway</guid><category><![CDATA[shortstories]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[quinlinwillow]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 27 Feb 2018 21:26:12 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Antidote]]></title><description><![CDATA[Blaring music and flashing lights. Humid, sweaty air and cold night breezes. Your day had been filled with these sorts of clichés. 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Filled with Elves, Dwarves,]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/shortstories/@quinlinwillow/beyond</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/shortstories/@quinlinwillow/beyond</guid><category><![CDATA[shortstories]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[quinlinwillow]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 21 Feb 2018 12:10:39 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Devil]]></title><description><![CDATA[You had lived on this boring planet for years. Decades, centuries, millennia’s even. How easy it was, for the years to pass by, like nothing really mattered. You had seen death and destruction. Peace and]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/shortstories/@quinlinwillow/devil</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/shortstories/@quinlinwillow/devil</guid><category><![CDATA[shortstories]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[quinlinwillow]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 19 Feb 2018 19:38:33 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Mermaids]]></title><description><![CDATA[Your best friend, as strange as it sounded, was a mermaid. She was a shockingly fun friend, despite the fact that she could only visit you in some place that has water. 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