<?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[NERAK!]]></title><description><![CDATA[NERAK!]]></description><link>https://nerakwrite.wixsite.com/site/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Wed, 08 Apr 2026 10:25:50 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://nerakwrite.wixsite.com/site/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[The Darker Side of Social Media]]></title><description><![CDATA[We live in a generation where social media has become an imperative part of someone’s identity. Your profile receives more attention and...]]></description><link>https://nerakwrite.wixsite.com/site/post/the-darker-side-of-social-media</link><guid isPermaLink="false">60e86690a8b11c0015d12ddf</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Jul 2021 15:14:41 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/5bc7e5_7423155f6479494aba416b5aa5658214~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_700,h_494,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Safa Karim</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Outbreak]]></title><description><![CDATA[I want to, need to, feel carefree again. They tell me, “It will be okay”, but they don’t how, and they don’t know when. I want to, need...]]></description><link>https://nerakwrite.wixsite.com/site/post/outbreak</link><guid isPermaLink="false">60db5fe5c8f9f200155ce029</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 29 Jun 2021 18:01:31 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/5bc7e5_1d2908b07d384fad9b71d6b54cc44e3d~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_388,h_513,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Elena Natroshvili</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Our Ignorance ]]></title><description><![CDATA[We stand alongside our mother We may not be related by blood But she is our Mother Nature We cherish her gifts Yet send destruction...]]></description><link>https://nerakwrite.wixsite.com/site/post/our-ignorance</link><guid isPermaLink="false">60db5c4eada8800016407ff3</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Jun 2021 17:48:11 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/5bc7e5_4fa1066dc08840789da46224a9efb104~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_360,h_240,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Samhitha Palla</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Another kind of Love Potion]]></title><description><![CDATA[I started to write a love pantoum, but then I deleted the page Because I remembered how you poured me some bitter wine and I drank it...]]></description><link>https://nerakwrite.wixsite.com/site/post/another-kind-of-love-potion</link><guid isPermaLink="false">60a97def80a70d0015bb7a7c</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 May 2021 22:12:48 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/5bc7e5_be12f18b512c4f04bc60758b4d6ac097~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_512,h_440,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Elena Natroshvili</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Usual Overthinker]]></title><description><![CDATA[Thinking… Forever smiling to ease the pain that is driving me insane. I’m beaten and bruised, emotionally used and I have no more energy,...]]></description><link>https://nerakwrite.wixsite.com/site/post/usual-overthinker</link><guid isPermaLink="false">60a97bb807fee100152d21a8</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 May 2021 21:54:02 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/5bc7e5_04f19d39b3a24b97b6a5a83fb2966109~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_666,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Deeply Written</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Death Toll]]></title><description><![CDATA[Ayla was her name. It meant light, but her eyes were dark, clouded and unreadable. The sun in the sky lit up the town she lived in, but...]]></description><link>https://nerakwrite.wixsite.com/site/post/the-death-toll</link><guid isPermaLink="false">60a979a31f03a000154b15b3</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 May 2021 21:41:59 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/5bc7e5_b1c2ac09e14f4f6584ff53c66d341c34~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_683,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Emma Li</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Silver-Shoed Scarecrow]]></title><description><![CDATA[The house, which had once been so full of life, was now quiet. Silence replaced the sounds that used to be abundant. Senses were muted....]]></description><link>https://nerakwrite.wixsite.com/site/post/the-silver-shoed-scarecrow</link><guid isPermaLink="false">608aa1f87bd0d500167ad0fe</guid><category><![CDATA[Prose]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 29 Apr 2021 12:10:04 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/5bc7e5_c8ead5dc291f44ff8989ec8364c52164~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_607,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Athena Zhuang</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>