<?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>Mon, 06 Apr 2026 22:32:35 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/@sidequest/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Vacui ad liberandum]]></title><description><![CDATA[This is an old Finish the Story ending, that I did not, in fact, finish. But then I refound it and now I have! The beginning is an atmospheric and creepy piece called Horror Vacui by @f3nix. Image by Eak]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@sidequest/vacui-ad-liberandum</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@sidequest/vacui-ad-liberandum</guid><category><![CDATA[fiction]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sidequest]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 31 Jul 2019 21:46:54 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/6C2W1azD1rBs8i715pX3pAHYgtGre4Hk8odWfJ3A8i2TR8j5SFnmr94?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[X Marks the Spot]]></title><description><![CDATA[My entry for @bananafish's Finish the Story Contest. This isn't like last week - it's not a happy ending at all! Image by Burak K. by @dirge "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Mike]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/finishthestory/@sidequest/x-marks-the-spot</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/finishthestory/@sidequest/x-marks-the-spot</guid><category><![CDATA[finishthestory]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sidequest]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 29 Jul 2019 17:45:42 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/6C2W1azD1rBs8i715pX3pAHYgtGre4HjhjUmUAhLRpJr7ksXx1cLY62?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Blood-colored]]></title><description><![CDATA[I envy that velvet lining, with its blood-colored fur and its neat little zipper. A creature—a small, soft creature—can choose to zip it all the way up and nestle inside, hidden from the outer world. Or]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/freewrite/@sidequest/blood-colored</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/freewrite/@sidequest/blood-colored</guid><category><![CDATA[freewrite]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sidequest]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 28 Jul 2019 21:59:36 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/6C2W1azD1rBs8i715pX3pAHYgtGre4HjfZ2nkvpmVqmha6xWoptNksp?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Coaster Town]]></title><description><![CDATA[This is my last minute entry for @bananafish's Finish the Story Contest, although it’s way too long and even now it feels like a sketch of a story still. Oh well! Image by skeeze. by @zeldacroft “Carl,]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/finishthestory/@sidequest/coaster-town</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/finishthestory/@sidequest/coaster-town</guid><category><![CDATA[finishthestory]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sidequest]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 25 Jul 2019 02:09:54 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/6C2W1azD1rBs8i715pX3pAHYgtGre4Fuok9p9r1UXzceqWsjzqxj1Pk?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[When The Tundra Calls]]></title><description><![CDATA[My entry for @bananafish's Finish the Story Contest. I wish I had more room for Anton’s father’s disillusionment, his hatred for the place, the impossibility of escape, and the small contentments Anton]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/finishthstory/@sidequest/when-the-tundra-calls</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/finishthstory/@sidequest/when-the-tundra-calls</guid><category><![CDATA[finishthstory]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sidequest]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 17 Jul 2019 17:14:27 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/6C2W1azD1rBs8i715pX3pAHYgtGre4Hn7G9M4Ltyscoyh8Q4YqJ9L1k?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Fortune]]></title><description><![CDATA[The room was quiet except for a faint sloshing sound. Better not tell you now Another shake, this time longer. Outlook not so good One more swish of liquid and a muttered, “Come on.” It is decidedly so]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/zapfic/@sidequest/fortune</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/zapfic/@sidequest/fortune</guid><category><![CDATA[zapfic]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sidequest]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 14 Jul 2019 16:14:33 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/6C2W1azD1rBs8i715pX3pAHYgtGre4Fst1hT9NRQYFBQNLW9UsyUTPC?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Wet Carpet]]></title><description><![CDATA[This is the end of a short freewrite series about the hunt for a goose. The previous entry is Posted and it starts with Shiny Pirate Beads. Kayla arrived home to a driveway full of cars and several of]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/freewrite/@sidequest/wet-carpet</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/freewrite/@sidequest/wet-carpet</guid><category><![CDATA[freewrite]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sidequest]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 13 Jul 2019 13:39:09 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/6C2W1azD1rBs8i715pX3pAHYgtGre4HnXngbaDBS3vB6SHy8N9XyrEr?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[10,000 Feet Elevation]]></title><description><![CDATA[As Esau fell, he waited for his life to flash before his eyes. At first there had been no rational thought, only the dreadful feel of uncontrolled velocity, his involuntary shrieking and grabbing for anything]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/freewrite/@sidequest/10-000-feet-elevation</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/freewrite/@sidequest/10-000-feet-elevation</guid><category><![CDATA[freewrite]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sidequest]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 12 Jul 2019 16:18:36 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/6C2W1azD1rBs8i715pX3pAHYgtGre4FssU5xU361hhQJfJoiU5fYFx2?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Warm Amber Eyes]]></title><description><![CDATA[The pink glove lay on the ground, almost covered by swirling autumn leaves. Alastair’s eyes scanned the people nearby and swiftly settled on a likely candidate, a youthful woman with her hair arrayed in]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/freewrite/@sidequest/warm-amber-eyes</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/freewrite/@sidequest/warm-amber-eyes</guid><category><![CDATA[freewrite]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sidequest]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 11 Jul 2019 16:10:06 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2BCfkBRHmbhyfuMqxU5YT6Gz2LKYdwfFWYh8ZRvS3EH3V3KjXV5xY6?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Posted]]></title><description><![CDATA[While Marcella went to get the eggs, Kayla carefully lifted the pool. Goldie the goose was sitting calmly, carefully picking out the corn from her less favored grains. She let out a few complaining honks]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/freewrite/@sidequest/posted</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/freewrite/@sidequest/posted</guid><category><![CDATA[freewrite]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sidequest]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 10 Jul 2019 19:01:36 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/6C2W1azD1rBs8i715pX3pAHYgtGre4HnXngba9WtbQLwNYoQFJwHNzA?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Watchers]]></title><description><![CDATA[This story is for @bananafish's 57th Finish the Story Contest. Image by TheDigitalArtist. @brisby's Start Shiro paid the street vendor for his lemonade, unfazed by her curious glances to the glove on his]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/finishthestory/@sidequest/the-watchers</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/finishthestory/@sidequest/the-watchers</guid><category><![CDATA[finishthestory]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sidequest]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 09 Jul 2019 12:06:09 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/6C2W1azD1rBs8i715pX3pAHYgtGre4FfSPSoN2X3LTaP4nPKHH5kRA6?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Perhaps it is for two]]></title><description><![CDATA[Remember the last hardfork? Good times. Anyway while that was going down and I was bored and couldn't post, it turned out that I could monkey around with the Steem API and practice some python so I did]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@sidequest/perhaps-it-is-for-two</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@sidequest/perhaps-it-is-for-two</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sidequest]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 09 Jul 2019 09:51:54 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/6C2W1azD1rBs8i715pX3pAHYgtGre4Fft1D3EUNCZvR2parxrt8ezGe?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Stone Rose]]></title><description><![CDATA[Kayla was just beginning to worry about the time when the trap went off. She’d been watching from the woods since the morning and it was late afternoon now. Marcella and her children were playing on a]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/freewrite/@sidequest/stone-rose</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/freewrite/@sidequest/stone-rose</guid><category><![CDATA[freewrite]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sidequest]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 08 Jul 2019 14:04:57 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/6C2W1azD1rBs8i715pX3pAHYgtGre4HnXF56tpXbDHjkbeB5MFnUKh8?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[The man who had stalked him]]></title><description><![CDATA[The man who had stalked him must be insane. There was no possible reason for anyone to stalk him. Of all the boring, middle-aged men you could pick out of the phonebook, he had to be one of the least likely]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/freewrite/@sidequest/the-man-who-had-stalked-him</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/freewrite/@sidequest/the-man-who-had-stalked-him</guid><category><![CDATA[freewrite]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sidequest]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 07 Jul 2019 17:00:57 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/6C2W1azD1rBs8i715pX3pAHYgtGre4Fcz8ikPCXfTeygCA6BuSs36MU?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Pink Baby Pool]]></title><description><![CDATA[It was always the ones you least expected. If any of the families in the newly built neighborhood had discovered Goldie or her eggs and were keeping it quiet, Kayla would’ve put her money on almost anyone]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/freewrite/@sidequest/pink-baby-pool</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/freewrite/@sidequest/pink-baby-pool</guid><category><![CDATA[freewrite]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sidequest]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 06 Jul 2019 13:49:36 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/6C2W1azD1rBs8i715pX3pAHYgtGre4HnXF56tp3ZquX9vtFtnHbvdrN?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Cathedral]]></title><description><![CDATA[Their relief at seeing it standing was palpable. The last place on earth as far as they knew. “Makes you think maybe there is a God,” he said. She looked at the rubble and corpses as they drove by and]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/zapfic/@sidequest/cathedral</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/zapfic/@sidequest/cathedral</guid><category><![CDATA[zapfic]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sidequest]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 05 Jul 2019 16:56:21 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/6C2W1azD1rBs8i715pX3pAHYgtGre4Hk8G21yxxzZ3sR5y6o9iGSoVY?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Champagne]]></title><description><![CDATA[“I don’t think we should pop the champagne just yet,” said Marcella. A soft smile crept over Leo’s lips and he shook his head gently. “Relax, no-one’s celebrating anything yet,” he said. Her husband’s]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/freewrite/@sidequest/champagne</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/freewrite/@sidequest/champagne</guid><category><![CDATA[freewrite]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sidequest]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jul 2019 12:58:33 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/6C2W1azD1rBs8i715pX3pAHYgtGre4HhkNBvRnNp3e9k97uLtWQ6CKp?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Metal Butterfly]]></title><description><![CDATA[He'd had a bad day and just needed something to make him feel better. That was the only reason he'd gone into the woods in the first place. He’d figured he’d take a nice walk, do something healthier than]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/freewrite/@sidequest/metal-butterfly</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/freewrite/@sidequest/metal-butterfly</guid><category><![CDATA[freewrite]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sidequest]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 03 Jul 2019 19:50:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/6C2W1azD1rBs8i715pX3pAHYgtGre4HhFUkiVMSVACKR1qmozoKqfie?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Prestige]]></title><description><![CDATA[As Kayla walked from her car to the front door, she pushed aside a cracked and dirty toy lawnmower. Moving it uncovered a thin, jagged piece of wood with two nails poking out. “Oh for heaven’s sake…,”]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/freewrite/@sidequest/prestige</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/freewrite/@sidequest/prestige</guid><category><![CDATA[freewrite]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sidequest]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 02 Jul 2019 21:59:27 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/6C2W1azD1rBs8i715pX3pAHYgtGre4HcvmFGa6TMMZJeuKmU3DCPRZg?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[One Last Time]]></title><description><![CDATA[@dirge's Start The air was sticky and they’d been drinking for hours. It was late into the evening of the going away party for Ron and Jenni. They’d been good friends to Sean when he first arrived, but]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/finishthestory/@sidequest/one-last-time</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/finishthestory/@sidequest/one-last-time</guid><category><![CDATA[finishthestory]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sidequest]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jul 2019 11:47:57 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/6C2W1azD1rBs8i715pX3pAHYgtGre4Fo3s9JcRzdi9QjohYo15QxnoY?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item></channel></rss>