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			<title>Dinner</title>
			<description>My family and I.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chrisvdg/2002461/</link>
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			<title>Character study - Chris</title>
			<description>Another character as I try to figure these people out</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chrisvdg/1520331/</link>
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			<title>Character study - Sharon</title>
			<description>This is one of the characters in a book I am working on.  
Larry, if you read this know that you are not my douchiest friend.  Only one of them.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chrisvdg/1517824/</link>
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			<title>Outgrown</title>
			<description>This is a story I wrote for a storytelling event.
It is meant to be delivered as spoken word.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chrisvdg/1359133/</link>
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			<title>'85 - 2</title>
			<description>Since my return from Oregon just over a year ago, girls were about all that mattered to my friends and I.&amp;nbsp; (The only other endeavor that came close to commanding as much of our energy was that of gathering beer.)&amp;nbsp; In what seemed like a blazing fast transformation girls had morphed ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chrisvdg/1171597/</link>
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			<title>Right</title>
			<description>Is this a need or a want?To write.It feels like a need.&amp;nbsp; I begin to ache when it has gone too long between sessions.Yet, there is an expectation that comes with it.&amp;nbsp; Is it good?&amp;nbsp; Am I good?I never ask myself if I am a good eater or a good breather. &amp;nbsp; I do not concern myself with ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chrisvdg/1165858/</link>
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			<title>31 - Part 2</title>
			<description>	I can't blame Clyde if he is mad, I thought to myself as peered back into the fridge for another look before yelling for help again. Ten bucks is a lot of money.&amp;nbsp; I could have missed one for him I guess, but he still woulda lost.	Making another attempt I called out, &quot;Mooooomm! Where's the Oley..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chrisvdg/1135569/</link>
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			<title>31</title>
			<description>Another excerpt from the past. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chrisvdg/1131291/</link>
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			<title>The standard</title>
			<description>Cathy turned to her side curling herself into a ball as she gently tucked her hands between her thighs as if trying to hide a prayer. &amp;nbsp; Listening to the rattle and drone of her husbands nocturnal breathing she sidled closer to the edge of the bed and settled into her thoughts. &amp;nbsp;For just a ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chrisvdg/1128387/</link>
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			<title>Winton Manor- Second half</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was gonna scare you but then had to break you up.&quot; Our father said this as if we had missed some big treat. &quot;What were you two fighting about&quot; he questioned as we passed between the shrubs, high stepping through the tall grass. &amp;nbsp;	&quot;Chris said you left..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chrisvdg/1121591/</link>
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			<title>First story 2</title>
			<description>It was the type of warm spring day that made every place you tried to set your eyes seem gauzy and slightly out of focus.  Either due to the weeks of soild grey, which made the brilliance of the sunlight seem unreal and , or the sudden change in temperature that made your insides feel like something..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chrisvdg/1117383/</link>
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			<title>'85</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The sharp crack of my bedroom door being slapped open jarred me from a deep and fit-full sleep.&amp;nbsp; Riding a line between groggy and pissed I registered the sound of heavy footsteps stomping across the squeaky hardwood floor.&amp;nbsp; A rush of adrenaline flooded my system promptin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chrisvdg/1112130/</link>
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			<title>Florida</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The air thrummed with a pulse of it's own, as it always seemed to in Florida just before the rain. Thick and soupy the wind poured through the open window and swirled about the interior of my tiny car.&amp;nbsp; Sweeping from the front to the back it seemed to ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chrisvdg/1107900/</link>
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			<title>Conversation</title>
			<description>Can I have a sip of your drink?No.Come on manNo.What did you get?Chicken.How long you wanna go today?Til darkLet me have a sip.No, man!&amp;nbsp; You do this every time.What?You order food but you never get a drink and then you sponge off everyone elses drink to save yourself a buck.No I dont!Bullshit.D..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chrisvdg/1102230/</link>
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			<title>Winton Manor -First half</title>
			<description>Here's the beginning of one, of many, stories from my past.  My wish is to compile the lot and have a book. But ya know what they say about wishes. Put a t**d in one hand and a wish in the other....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chrisvdg/1095715/</link>
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			<title>First story</title>
			<description>This is an exercise in character development with a bit o' sex in it.  I have a series of these that I am working on that will explore this character, and others, trip to the dark side.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chrisvdg/1095604/</link>
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