<?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 RandomKitty237    </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 RandomKitty237      </title>      <url>https://static.yamur.dijitalkalp.com/be/image/logo.gif?v=1777662904</url>      <link>https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com?mode=1&amp;language=1&amp;lim=&amp;search=&amp;utm_source=rss      </link>    </image><item><title>(Coming soon!)</title><link>https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/36598562-coming-soon?utm_source=rss</link><description>&lt;b&gt;RandomKitty237 / 1 page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am lost in my own past and sins. In a world where there is no such thing as life or death. I swallow my own tears and sorrow in my own Corruption. I call this nightmare my wonderland. Everyone has one. There is no escaping it, even if you think ...</description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am lost in my own past and sins. In a world where there is no such thing as life or death. I swallow my own tears and sorrow in my own Corruption. I call this nightmare my wonderland. Everyone has one. There is no escaping it, even if you think you have, there is always something deep down inside of you; It could be light...It could be dark...
We all have a wonderland. Some more aware of it than others. Some live in it. I do. Lost in my own Corruption, I try to break free of my curses, but it&apos;s no use. What is your Wonderland?</p><a href='https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/36598562-coming-soon?utm_source=rss'>Start Reading</a><figure><img src="https://img.yamur.dijitalkalp.com/cover/11937160-256-k8a3947.jpg" width="256" height="400" /><figcaption>(Coming soon!)</figcaption></figure>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Blood</title><link>https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/28029871-blood?utm_source=rss</link><description>&lt;b&gt;RandomKitty237 / 2 pages&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My name is Desiree Valentine, I am nineteen years of age. When I was young, maybe about five, I would play with my friends. I loved them. They would all die. This only happened when I was around. This wasn&apos;t a shooting. This wasn&apos;t a murder. They ...</description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My name is Desiree Valentine, I am nineteen years of age. When I was young, maybe about five, I would play with my friends. I loved them. They would all die. This only happened when I was around. This wasn&apos;t a shooting. This wasn&apos;t a murder. They simply fell on their knees, as if they were choking, and died. Each time, it would be worse and worse. First they would just fall to the ground. Then blood would come from their mouth eyes, nose, and ears. Then they would just completely fall apart. Blood would go flying everywhere. Then, I could control it. You know how in books and movies, people can move water. I can move blood.</p><a href='https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/28029871-blood?utm_source=rss'>Start Reading</a><figure><img src="https://img.yamur.dijitalkalp.com/cover/9169512-256-k346544.jpg" width="256" height="400" /><figcaption>Blood</figcaption></figure>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>