<?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 23:59:57 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/created/shortprose/rss.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[5 February 2026, Freewriters Community Daily Writing Prompt Day 3005: not a great position]]></title><description><![CDATA[photo by The city futsal tournament was only days away. Three intense days of training in the school gym had left the kids exhausted but excited. We were finally ready.Or so I thought. On Friday afternoon,]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/hive-161155/@dusan.stojkov/5-february-2026-freewriters-community-daily-writing-prompt-day-3005-not-a-great-position</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/hive-161155/@dusan.stojkov/5-february-2026-freewriters-community-daily-writing-prompt-day-3005-not-a-great-position</guid><category><![CDATA[hive-161155]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[dusan.stojkov]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 06 Feb 2026 00:13:27 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/3RTd4iuWD6NUeJEn5AVrJUoyatFqBqfcCJi1N7UixR4g2KPKN7w8NpZJXzVPSPWYLQF9J1MmVJDYKKAaxuJxZYvj8X9Grjn3T59b9CoJ2Cg45SwoEmuZB91h7etf4qnCpxf1X3XySkroNtEbRcXx7f4V54aToQo4tfJSzQx6E9vcpn?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[The rhythm of things]]></title><description><![CDATA[I have been trying to get back into some sort of rhythm. I would have liked it to be the hot, swinging and vivacious pulse of count Basie - or if that wasn't possible the upbeat desperation of bebop -]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/hive-161155/@katharsisdrill/the-rythm-of-things</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/hive-161155/@katharsisdrill/the-rythm-of-things</guid><category><![CDATA[hive-161155]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[katharsisdrill]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 22 Dec 2022 13:39:03 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/S5Eokt4BcQdk7EHeT1aYjzebg2hC7hkthT45eMbGMcUPDHWdvSiJnzScQP35iK6Timik6xv?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Skinny Girls Cry Too]]></title><description><![CDATA[She's not fat, she just has more flesh than me. This gave her some sort of authority to bully me and scream, she wasn't abusive at first, not till someone made a snide comment about how I'm pretty and]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/bodyshaming/@neotorious/skinny-girls-cry-too</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/bodyshaming/@neotorious/skinny-girls-cry-too</guid><category><![CDATA[bodyshaming]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[neotorious]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 04 Mar 2018 12:25:48 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Cosquillas]]></title><description><![CDATA[las visitas de mi padre eran esporádicas lo recuerdo parado frente al umbral de la puerta con su camisa a medio cerrar dejando al descubierto parte de su pecho lampiño y enrojecido por el sol jamás terminaba]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/prosa/@nousiaoficial/cosquillas</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/prosa/@nousiaoficial/cosquillas</guid><category><![CDATA[prosa]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[nousiaoficial]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 13 Feb 2018 01:29:15 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>