<?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>Fri, 26 Jun 2026 12:46:43 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://ecency.com/@lesfuries/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[On Punching Nazis and the Normalization of Political Violence]]></title><description><![CDATA[“First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a Socialist. Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a Trade Unionist. Then they]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@lesfuries/on-punching-nazis-and-the-normalization-of-political-violence</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@lesfuries/on-punching-nazis-and-the-normalization-of-political-violence</guid><category><![CDATA[politics]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[lesfuries]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 05 Feb 2017 05:39:48 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Hat]]></title><description><![CDATA[A strand of honey hair hugged the straw underneath the inner band. With a softy yet quick tug he pulled it free and out of shadow. It shimmer against the setting sun, like a chain of gold hung ‘round the]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@lesfuries/a-hat</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@lesfuries/a-hat</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[lesfuries]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 07 Jan 2017 03:55:24 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Hello, I'm LesFuries and I'm a writer.]]></title><description><![CDATA[Before anything else, no my real name is not LesFuries, it's an old username I came up with when still in high school that sort of stuck with me throughout the years. I think I've done this backwards:]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@lesfuries/hello-i-m-lesfuries-and-i-m-a-writer</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@lesfuries/hello-i-m-lesfuries-and-i-m-a-writer</guid><category><![CDATA[introduceyourself]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[lesfuries]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 22 Aug 2016 04:44:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Her Name Was Sarah (Fiction)]]></title><description><![CDATA[“Her name was Sarah, that’s all that I can really remember. That and she looked lovely in red.” I said. “Sarah? What else can you tell me about her?” She asked, in her cushioned chair. I laid back and]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@lesfuries/her-name-was-sarah-fiction</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@lesfuries/her-name-was-sarah-fiction</guid><category><![CDATA[fiction]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[lesfuries]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 21 Aug 2016 23:56:03 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>