<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/">  <channel>    <title>Wattpad - by NeedlessBehavior    </title>    <link>https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com?mode=1&amp;language=1&amp;lim=&amp;search=&amp;utm_source=rss    </link>    <description>Wattpad - Discover a World of Unlimited Stories</description>    <image>      <title>Wattpad - by NeedlessBehavior      </title>      <url>https://static.yamur.dijitalkalp.com/be/image/logo.gif?v=1775681119</url>      <link>https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com?mode=1&amp;language=1&amp;lim=&amp;search=&amp;utm_source=rss      </link>    </image><item><title>Flat Broke</title><link>https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/1244543650-flat-broke-tall-dark-and-creepy?utm_source=rss</link><description>&lt;b&gt;NeedlessBehavior / 4 pages&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Heron had been walking for who knows how long. It was dark and really fucking creepy out in the middle of the woods, all alone. His car had broken down...awhile back and he had been walking ever since. It hadn&apos;t bothered him much, he figured it wa...</description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Heron had been walking for who knows how long. It was dark and really fucking creepy out in the middle of the woods, all alone. His car had broken down...awhile back and he had been walking ever since. It hadn&apos;t bothered him much, he figured it was going to happen. Only so far he could go on one tank of gas and in a shitbox 3000 plus he was flat broke. Had absolutely nothing to his name and only the duffle bag slung across his back. 

This fresh start of his wasn&apos;t going like he&apos;d hoped it would.</p><a href='https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/1244543650-flat-broke-tall-dark-and-creepy?utm_source=rss'>Start Reading</a><figure><img src="https://img.yamur.dijitalkalp.com/cover/315700699-256-k220230.jpg" width="256" height="400" /><figcaption>Flat Broke</figcaption></figure>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Half Baked Ideas</title><link>https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/1242507079-half-baked-ideas-07-02-2022?utm_source=rss</link><description>&lt;b&gt;NeedlessBehavior / 1 page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ideas that I have and might actually write out</description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ideas that I have and might actually write out</p><a href='https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/1242507079-half-baked-ideas-07-02-2022?utm_source=rss'>Start Reading</a><figure><img src="https://img.yamur.dijitalkalp.com/cover/315173106-256-k758606.jpg" width="256" height="400" /><figcaption>Half Baked Ideas</figcaption></figure>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Cursed</title><link>https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/1241450408-cursed-the-end?utm_source=rss</link><description>&lt;b&gt;NeedlessBehavior / 2 pages&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He felt like a monster.
For all the things he&apos;s done.
This wasn&apos;t how things were supposed to go.
He was supposed to have found happiness by now. 
Get out from under his family&apos;s thumb.
To have finally been able to untie that noose around his neck...</description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>He felt like a monster.
For all the things he&apos;s done.
This wasn&apos;t how things were supposed to go.
He was supposed to have found happiness by now. 
Get out from under his family&apos;s thumb.
To have finally been able to untie that noose around his neck.
To finally be free.</p><a href='https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/1241450408-cursed-the-end?utm_source=rss'>Start Reading</a><figure><img src="https://img.yamur.dijitalkalp.com/cover/314903116-256-k506000.jpg" width="256" height="400" /><figcaption>Cursed</figcaption></figure>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Strange </title><link>https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/1241331058-strange-a-request?utm_source=rss</link><description>&lt;b&gt;NeedlessBehavior / 2 pages&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Travis Hackett was a strange man, something you already knew. Everything from how he held himself down to the way he talked. It was all strange and yet it was also 100% Travis Hackett. If you were being honest you wouldn&apos;t change a thing about the...</description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Travis Hackett was a strange man, something you already knew. Everything from how he held himself down to the way he talked. It was all strange and yet it was also 100% Travis Hackett. If you were being honest you wouldn&apos;t change a thing about the man who was currently holding you captive in a cell, in an empty police department.</p><a href='https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/1241331058-strange-a-request?utm_source=rss'>Start Reading</a><figure><img src="https://img.yamur.dijitalkalp.com/cover/314872345-256-k472985.jpg" width="256" height="400" /><figcaption>Strange </figcaption></figure>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Sleepless Nights </title><link>https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/1241094853-sleepless-nights-not-a-liar?utm_source=rss</link><description>&lt;b&gt;NeedlessBehavior / 2 pages&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;TW: Drug use, self hate/self loathing

Travis didn&apos;t sleep well these days, not that he&apos;d ever slept well but it had gotten significantly worse over the past few years. With all the lying and killing, cover ups and guilt that kept him awake for da...</description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>TW: Drug use, self hate/self loathing

Travis didn&apos;t sleep well these days, not that he&apos;d ever slept well but it had gotten significantly worse over the past few years. With all the lying and killing, cover ups and guilt that kept him awake for days on end.</p><a href='https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/1241094853-sleepless-nights-not-a-liar?utm_source=rss'>Start Reading</a><figure><img src="https://img.yamur.dijitalkalp.com/cover/314812069-256-k422159.jpg" width="256" height="400" /><figcaption>Sleepless Nights </figcaption></figure>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Memories Lost, Memories gained.</title><link>https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/1240541429-memories-lost-memories-gained-mysterious?utm_source=rss</link><description>&lt;b&gt;NeedlessBehavior / 4 pages&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You find yourself in the middle of the woods late at night with no memory of how you got there or any memories at all.</description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You find yourself in the middle of the woods late at night with no memory of how you got there or any memories at all.</p><a href='https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/1240541429-memories-lost-memories-gained-mysterious?utm_source=rss'>Start Reading</a><figure><img src="https://img.yamur.dijitalkalp.com/cover/314671005-256-k295846.jpg" width="256" height="400" /><figcaption>Memories Lost, Memories gained.</figcaption></figure>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>A Rainy Afternoon</title><link>https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/1240625226-a-rainy-afternoon-not-a-bad-way-to-spend-an?utm_source=rss</link><description>&lt;b&gt;NeedlessBehavior / 2 pages&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You snuggled against the warm body laying next to you desperately trying to bury your face further into their chest. You received a gentle chuckle for your efforts, feeling the soft rumble of their laugh against your own body. You longed to be clo...</description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You snuggled against the warm body laying next to you desperately trying to bury your face further into their chest. You received a gentle chuckle for your efforts, feeling the soft rumble of their laugh against your own body. You longed to be closer to the man you were currently snuggled against on a rainy afternoon.</p><a href='https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/1240625226-a-rainy-afternoon-not-a-bad-way-to-spend-an?utm_source=rss'>Start Reading</a><figure><img src="https://img.yamur.dijitalkalp.com/cover/314692998-256-k308973.jpg" width="256" height="400" /><figcaption>A Rainy Afternoon</figcaption></figure>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>The Tragedy of Titus Drautos</title><link>https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/1240569273-the-tragedy-of-titus-drautos?utm_source=rss</link><description>&lt;b&gt;NeedlessBehavior / 5 pages&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Titus lay there on the floor of his dark and empty apartment. The only sound that filled the air was his own breathing and the sound of a distant clock ticking away. A constant reminder of every second he has ever wasted and of every minute he wil...</description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Titus lay there on the floor of his dark and empty apartment. The only sound that filled the air was his own breathing and the sound of a distant clock ticking away. A constant reminder of every second he has ever wasted and of every minute he will continue to waste. That&apos;s all his life is, after all, a waste. Everything that Titus has accomplished only leaves a trail of failure in its wake.</p><a href='https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/1240569273-the-tragedy-of-titus-drautos?utm_source=rss'>Start Reading</a><figure><img src="https://img.yamur.dijitalkalp.com/cover/314678183-256-k295704.jpg" width="256" height="400" /><figcaption>The Tragedy of Titus Drautos</figcaption></figure>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>