<?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[My Site 2]]></title><description><![CDATA[My Site 2]]></description><link>https://rebekahlbooth.wixsite.com/thewriteobsession/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2026 20:41:21 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://rebekahlbooth.wixsite.com/thewriteobsession/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Singed Wings]]></title><description><![CDATA[By: Rebekah Booth Word Count: 1,096 Queer, Gothic Fiction ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 	The night was warm when Monty climbed out of his bedroom window, hitting the dusty ground with a muffled thump , his heavy satchel bumping against his thigh. The house remained silent. He imagined his father snoring away under thin covers in their shared room, sweating in the stale air, unaware of what his son was up to under the cover of...]]></description><link>https://rebekahlbooth.wixsite.com/thewriteobsession/post/singed-wings</link><guid isPermaLink="false">696fb7877ec7696eebb65ab5</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jan 2026 18:21:45 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>rebekahlynne05</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Hymn to the After]]></title><description><![CDATA[By: Rebekah Booth Narrative Poetry ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- at the end of the world, there will still be life. we will make homes in the old structures of the past; overtaken by new growth and creatures that will come after. i can see it now: the clouds will turn poisonous, for a time, so we will adapt. make our own sun. make our own light. and once the poison recedes we can come out again. the air might not be so fresh anymore,...]]></description><link>https://rebekahlbooth.wixsite.com/thewriteobsession/post/hymn-to-the-after</link><guid isPermaLink="false">696ed0f2c7890172bd2ce9c5</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jan 2026 01:02:07 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>rebekahlynne05</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Sarge, Dead!]]></title><description><![CDATA[By: Rebekah Booth Word Count: 993 Gothic Fiction ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 	Master’s command settles fast into my bones and my heart sings. The fur on my belly scrapes the mossy ground as I shoot through the undergrowth like a rocket. I can smell blood in the air, a trail I will follow to the inch. Autumn has settled into the woods, and Master has found game .  	I lose sight of my Master quickly, swallowed by the dense trees. The...]]></description><link>https://rebekahlbooth.wixsite.com/thewriteobsession/post/sarge-dead</link><guid isPermaLink="false">696ecfdae4340f7772bbb3ed</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jan 2026 00:47:24 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>rebekahlynne05</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>