<?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, 15 May 2026 20:30:46 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/created/inkwellprmpt/rss.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[The Wait | The InkWell Weekly Fiction Prompt #7]]></title><description><![CDATA[source I stood in front of my dressing mirror, admiring my oval shaped face. I've been told I am beautiful just like my late mother and I believe it because of the way men stare at me. Particularly, one]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/hive-170798/@kemmyb/the-wait-or-the-inkwell-weekly-fiction-prompt-5</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/hive-170798/@kemmyb/the-wait-or-the-inkwell-weekly-fiction-prompt-5</guid><category><![CDATA[hive-170798]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kemmyb]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 20 Mar 2021 21:50:27 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/FUkUE5bzkAZT3HzV5tJDiU2ik81PCd4JCyhWnRcDN8XJsVFY3UNB8DCXBQ89wxARNuUQwQZBSPDswLSWH1ZzGQE63wAZAZ8WjoNqxBhqcbSLh6gmd8vDfStMpNJWVaUPUfF3BYCkHR3Q1DqVUprNFUQNdNAb78xUqWqc?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item></channel></rss>