<?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>https://ecency.com</link><image><url>https://ecency.com/logo512.png</url><title>RSS Feed</title><link>https://ecency.com</link></image><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2026 10:46:02 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://ecency.com/@cg-author/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Kor Part 15]]></title><description><![CDATA[A phantom of a frown tugged at one corner of the security agent's mouth, as if she'd just found a bug in her soup. No, that didn't work. She'd brought noodles, and some species considered arthropods a]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@cg-author/kor-part-15</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@cg-author/kor-part-15</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[cg-author]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 15 Nov 2019 18:09:21 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/2bP4pJr4wVimqCWjYimXJe2cnCgnK8juPNQrTxbpbyQ?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Kor Part 14]]></title><description><![CDATA[Laren looked back over their shoulder at Kor as he approached. But the woman wearing the long black trench coat and a brimmed hat was what drew his attention.  "Dunno, she won't tell me." The tattoos]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@cg-author/kor-part-14</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@cg-author/kor-part-14</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[cg-author]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 08 Nov 2019 17:51:42 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/2bP4pJr4wVimqCWjYimXJe2cnCgnJpUeWgzLueGeTZg?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Kor Part 13]]></title><description><![CDATA[Entries: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 "Great crunch..." Kor sighed, took the gown. "Is there food?" "There's a place a couple dozen floors below that does great noodles,” said Laren. “Kind of an Anglish-Urse]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@cg-author/kor-part-13</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@cg-author/kor-part-13</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[cg-author]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2019 16:56:33 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/6C2W1azD1rBs8i715pX3pAHYgtGre4HeuDm6y9UuUZMCXP1yP4TfgzJ?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Kor Part 12]]></title><description><![CDATA[Entries: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 Chapter Four Forex was clean. Spotless. The last time he'd been anywhere this devoid of dust, grime, or evidence of occupation was when he'd inspected his platoon's]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@cg-author/kor-part-12</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@cg-author/kor-part-12</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[cg-author]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 25 Oct 2019 14:37:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/6C2W1azD1rBs8i715pX3pAHYgtGre4FfNaALcic7BXHnzBpLa7pH1VY?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Kor Part 11]]></title><description><![CDATA[Driver shifted as Kor let the words hang between them, the oath pungent as the spices smoking off a nearby wok.  "Well?" Kor asked, pulling off the gas mask still hanging from his neck. "Was that]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@cg-author/kor-part-11</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@cg-author/kor-part-11</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[cg-author]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 18 Oct 2019 14:29:27 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/2bP4pJr4wVimqCWjYimXJe2cnCgnHradoCQkptoL9dg?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Kor Part 10]]></title><description><![CDATA[The roars sputtered, gasped like a dying man. Kor didn't wait for the drones to fall, turned back to Qivan. His blade strikes were clean, confident as he drew the blade up through netting to each side]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@cg-author/kor-part-10</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@cg-author/kor-part-10</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[cg-author]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 11 Oct 2019 15:24:03 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/2bP4pJr4wVimqCWjYimXJe2cnCgnKMGwWZqbraxb6AA?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Kor Part 9]]></title><description><![CDATA[Pent up smells of mildew and decrepitude hit Kor's nose as they both rushed for the first stretch of stairs, with the soldier taking rear guard. "You see something, kid, you fucking shout while you're]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@cg-author/kor-part-9</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@cg-author/kor-part-9</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[cg-author]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 04 Oct 2019 14:49:15 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/6C2W1azD1rBs8i715pX3pAHYgtGre4Fq3Qt8N55j51oG22as7wBEnUE?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Kor Part 8]]></title><description><![CDATA[Hard smacks slammed against Kor's back, like a steel baton slapping him in the ribs. Thugs behind him had finally found their mettle. Ears ringing, the soldier stumbled forward as he pulled Driver in front]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@cg-author/kor-part-8</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@cg-author/kor-part-8</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[cg-author]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 27 Sep 2019 15:58:51 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/6C2W1azD1rBs8i715pX3pAHYgtGre4HjgeFn7WTLj2yLPCTT2fMnuX4?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Kor Part 7]]></title><description><![CDATA[Chapter Three "Uncle, what you doing, yeah? Seems like no kind of plan!" "If I tell," Kor said, stepping up behind Qivan, "it'll ruin the surprise. Tisbel, they still out there?" "Yeah." She sounded glum]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@cg-author/kor-part-7</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@cg-author/kor-part-7</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[cg-author]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 20 Sep 2019 17:01:09 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/6C2W1azD1rBs8i715pX3pAHYgtGre4FkBdVVo4xR9jLvcvx38AsaNNA?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Kor Part 6]]></title><description><![CDATA[Kor stopped his hands before they could rise from his lap. No, killing Tisbel and robbing her was a tactical decision. Expedient, but costly down the line. This was a strategic question. He couldn't meet]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@cg-author/kor-part-6</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@cg-author/kor-part-6</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[cg-author]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 16 Sep 2019 04:25:36 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/6C2W1azD1rBs8i715pX3pAHYgtGre4Hn4Y5sfmhwjc9VehjYPjCvLea?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Kor Part 5]]></title><description><![CDATA[Chapter Two When Kor was young, before his seventh cycle when he'd been sent to the agoge to begin his training, his father would sometimes take him to a tiny curio shop on the edge of their village. Travelers]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@cg-author/kor-part-5</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@cg-author/kor-part-5</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[cg-author]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 14 Sep 2019 21:40:03 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/6C2W1azD1rBs8i715pX3pAHYgtGre4HhJCpBt4YSWxhe876dVr8Z2UN?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Kor Part 4]]></title><description><![CDATA[A hand closed over the collar of Kor's heavy coat, began to pull him back. Kor's fist came up and he was already spinning before he realized it had be to Qivan tugging at him. "Uncle, fuck, man! What you]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@cg-author/kor-part-4</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@cg-author/kor-part-4</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[cg-author]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 13 Sep 2019 15:05:57 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/6C2W1azD1rBs8i715pX3pAHYgtGre4Hcu8QnYBVHbvtUUMSFjYtcMJv?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Kor Part 3]]></title><description><![CDATA[Kor grunted. "What the hell's that even mean?" "Everyone taken care of, uncle. We're all part the old net, yeah? So Blues say we contribute even if we not wageslaves or got a stall. You pay for the good]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@cg-author/kor-part-3</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@cg-author/kor-part-3</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[cg-author]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 12 Sep 2019 13:30:09 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/6C2W1azD1rBs8i715pX3pAHYgtGre4Ha55CxS9AqVrmMsM6oQ6yg2yU?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Kor Part 2]]></title><description><![CDATA[I first wrote a short story about this character a little over ten years ago, and he's been with me ever since. That same craggy, leathery face, topped by a bare stubble of grey hair and general, uncaring]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@cg-author/kor-part-2</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@cg-author/kor-part-2</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[cg-author]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 11 Sep 2019 15:16:39 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/6C2W1azD1rBs8i715pX3pAHYgtGre4Fuok9p9qvfSUqgaAHxtwwKgWi?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Kor - Part 1]]></title><description><![CDATA[This is something I've been working on for the last six weeks or so. Essentially, I write half a page a day on my phone, while having my coffee each morning or a drink the night before, then screenshoting]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@cg-author/kor-part-1</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@cg-author/kor-part-1</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[cg-author]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 10 Sep 2019 14:44:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[[Original Short Story] The Renaissance of Jacob Smith]]></title><description><![CDATA[The Renaissance of Jacob Smith by Craig Gabrysch Previously, Hillbilly Hell The purplish-grey tentacles grabbed hold of Jacob Smith’s leg and began pulling him closer to the mass of swirling, gnashing]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@cg-author/original-short-story-the-renaissance-of-jacob-smith</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@cg-author/original-short-story-the-renaissance-of-jacob-smith</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[cg-author]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 12 Oct 2018 04:49:21 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[[Original Short Story] Hillbilly Hell by Craig Gabrysch]]></title><description><![CDATA[Well, original enough that you've probably never read it. This was a short story I wrote several years back, which ended up being part of a larger collection of stories following Jacob Smith, a Knight]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@cg-author/original-short-story-hillbilly-hell-by-craig-gabrysch</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@cg-author/original-short-story-hillbilly-hell-by-craig-gabrysch</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[cg-author]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 09 Oct 2018 20:34:21 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>