<?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 22:46:58 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/created/fictionworkshop/rss.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[The Saga of Misty Vale -- Chapter 4]]></title><description><![CDATA["The baby princess killed Thom." Brent paced in front of the bar in the otherwise empty main room of the tavern. The solid thump of his boot heels on the floor reminded him of Tarfeather's hooves]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@bex-dk/the-saga-of-misty-vale-chapter-4</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@bex-dk/the-saga-of-misty-vale-chapter-4</guid><category><![CDATA[fiction]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[bex-dk]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 02 Oct 2017 15:16:54 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/qjrE4yyfw5pQYiuVvgYiUBP16WHGGN7UNn1BCdGdznKS9YE3UR5Dv5qC67fWL1Jk8W34idpRWQGpvKMgo8AB3NBVwtofXw6rJPcsE6yTkLDqHfPpbsWZp22J?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Darkness Below - Chapter 15]]></title><description><![CDATA[Another week, another seven days of law school kicking me in the ass. My previous suggestion that I was getting the hang of it was premature. Still, I have another chapter for y'all! As always, upvotes]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@anarcho-andrei/a-darkness-below-chapter-15</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@anarcho-andrei/a-darkness-below-chapter-15</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[anarcho-andrei]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 02 Oct 2017 00:04:24 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/Y2iXpNqZ2GJGfEvszryLVCTFzbYbv6H9H1FSPrpkVEaja?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[1000 Followers...And Counting!]]></title><description><![CDATA[Well, the day is finally here. I've finally done it. After more than a year on here... I'VE REACHED 1000 FOLLOWERS! Okay, I grant that it's not the most Earth-shattering news ever to be transmitted to]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/steemit/@anarcho-andrei/1000-followers-and-counting</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/steemit/@anarcho-andrei/1000-followers-and-counting</guid><category><![CDATA[steemit]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[anarcho-andrei]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 01 Oct 2017 23:48:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2bP4pJr4wVimqCWjYimXJe2cnCgnKqp1iNFiVaX7Hvv?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Her One Wish]]></title><description><![CDATA[Even in the hardest times, when we have to make the hardest decisions, I love you. Chloe's one wish was to serve others to the best of her ability. Carter Berkley grew up with Chloe. They were best friends.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/conflictprompt/@sourceofthought/her-one-wish</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/conflictprompt/@sourceofthought/her-one-wish</guid><category><![CDATA[conflictprompt]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[sourceofthought]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 26 Sep 2017 01:02:06 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/D5zH9RyT8n4aKV43fw8ryZa7aiWJ1794dXx4Gi3H6DkcTm5SmXd8UcsVQ5xdEJ6nqr4EfrQcCNVasBkENobQtcrAzUrKyWaahSCjyf6zphKqjRMvxfrhyqqqsMMzZ7dszi7mxa?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[To Coin a War, part 6]]></title><description><![CDATA[Part 6 In the kitchen, Saoirse found some of her men supping soup and making mirth near the fire. A chorus of m'lady's erupted between slurps. One man burped. Gavenleigh was spooning bog butter onto his]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@geke/to-coin-a-war-part-6</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@geke/to-coin-a-war-part-6</guid><category><![CDATA[fiction]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[geke]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 25 Sep 2017 00:35:57 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/23KQwnog7PznLTKYVXHjE4Nj5udrkXSN2v2yoidahYMAEm9mzC2Hf8Xf6A8rc7S7ua8PmZHwjmitawG8v5TZgtcxjo6YLbY?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Steemit Freewriting #3 A normal Life / Una vida normal]]></title><description><![CDATA[source Hope you enjoy this addition to the Freewriting series, feel free to do freewriting yourself! "This is the last time I say this Jon! NO MORE SUGAR!" as I take the Hershey bar from his]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/story/@thatmemeguy/steemit-freewriting-3-a-normal-life-una-vida-normal</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/story/@thatmemeguy/steemit-freewriting-3-a-normal-life-una-vida-normal</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[thatmemeguy]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 24 Sep 2017 13:40:06 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/368La1fSsTsWSLkShzHDgMHmH3swK4Tvd4s3VWsw8DiauHPGqFLxGmvR4C1nWsUbzDqsd6hfsN89F13Li5x5bxnA?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[The MSP Fiction Workshop -- UPDATE!]]></title><description><![CDATA[I haven’t posted lately about the Fiction Workshop at the PALnet MSP Discord. We’ve been busy! MSP (the MinnowSupport Project) has grown by leaps and bounds, becoming a staple for new Steemit users hoping]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@rhondak/the-msp-fiction-workshop-update</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@rhondak/the-msp-fiction-workshop-update</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[rhondak]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 22 Sep 2017 01:16:51 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2gsjgna1uruvUuS7ndh9YqVwYGPLVszbFLwwpAYXZz2YKPbbEXHg1nShP7V31QJcpN9EQa1TbDTGmDg7YiP873Unwywwrw1zXqTGt1zZLo29kDc5Yz?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Darkness Below - Chapter 14]]></title><description><![CDATA[Another week, another seven days of law school kicking me in the behind hard. However, I think I've got the hang of it now. So, without further ado, here's another chapter! As always, upvotes and comments]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/story/@anarcho-andrei/a-darkness-below-chapter-14</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/story/@anarcho-andrei/a-darkness-below-chapter-14</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[anarcho-andrei]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 20 Sep 2017 06:50:30 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/Y2iXpNqZ2GJGfEvszryLVCTFzbYbv6H9H1FSPrpkVEaja?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Saga of Misty Vale--Chapter 3]]></title><description><![CDATA[Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Eudora again wandered in mists, but these felt safe and familiar. How she missed morning rambles through the misty meadows behind the dunes along the Kattehav Sea! "The Sea Witch]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@bex-dk/the-saga-of-misty-vale-chapter-3</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@bex-dk/the-saga-of-misty-vale-chapter-3</guid><category><![CDATA[fiction]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[bex-dk]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 20 Sep 2017 06:49:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/qjrE4yyfw5pQYiuVvgYiUBP16WHGGN7UNn1BCdGdS8DDQCiBamXg8oGSEDWZaqdzZzEH8vonU6QyNGT7H85CZojGiV8VSuLdxkeQ3RZsHoRXNpCKLQjr33nE?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Dry Spell, Part 3]]></title><description><![CDATA[If you missed the beginning of Annie and Muxx's story, you can find it here: Part 1 Part 2 “Ding ding.” Annie looked up from her ancient-looking book at the sound of the doorbell. “Oh, hi! Peter, right?”]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@tinypaleokitchen/dry-spell-part-3</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/fiction/@tinypaleokitchen/dry-spell-part-3</guid><category><![CDATA[fiction]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[tinypaleokitchen]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 19 Sep 2017 18:15:54 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/4i88GgaV8qiGEw1xifwYz2xp7RJEnNpBZq7dn2K5ztcJqijEx7G6jUSBQcM6QCnMBHRcjGCBMyhnFsKQxtv1uxUU7mja7J3DR1xbTJmZYQNqmXqzS2DhWhjJ94?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Mask of White and Red - Part 5]]></title><description><![CDATA[Ilsa ran until her lungs burned and her legs ached from fighting the stiff ocean breeze. 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