James U. Rizzi
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By James U. Rizzi11 months ago in Fiction
Planet X-29
Captain's log October 28th 2349 We've entered the fifth day of exploration on planet X-29 in the Canis Major Dwarf galaxy. Preparing to do a space walk at 1200 hours. From all points of interest and interior testing the viability of habituation seems fair to good. Air quality is at a 43 with low amounts of micro dust and or other air pollutants. Compositions of the atmosphere seem to be mostly oxygen rich, suggesting the possibility of other life forms already existing. Hypothesis still pending on the basis of no visual confirmation. Noted from entering the planet's atmosphere, a majority of the visible surface is liquid water. Dually noted upon landing, a large amount of that presumably liquid water is in a solid frozen state. Leaving the unknown variable of a habitable zone in question. More conclusive testing will be established during the afternoon's walk. Planet X-29 is orbiting a high mass star so the foreseeable habitable zones won’t be tidal locked. Gravity is pulling around 3.719 m/s squared, about the same as Mars and around 36% that of earth. Excluding the near freezing temperatures, low gravity, and slightly thinner air, there is a possibility of sustaining human life, with the accompaniment of our Biosphere buildings to insure maximum safety. More exploration and study of planet X-29 will be needed to be completed for a more reliable conclusion. For our sake and the sake of the future I can only hope that we found our new home.
By James U. Rizzi11 months ago in Fiction
The Blossoming of the Marigolds
“Tell me again, the story of the dragon of Ellengrand, father.” “Alright then ma boy, never lack curiosity do ya? I’ve told the story bout’ a hundred times by now, but who am I not to make merry of the past?” The sharp night wind whistled through the sky and brushed the fire separating the two of us. A lick of embers traveled upward, disappearing to the sky. Father took a long draw from his ashwood pipe and began my favorite tale from the archive of his memories.
By James U. Rizzi11 months ago in Fiction
Bop 'em On The Nose
“It's time for bed love, your parents will be here early in the morning to pick you up.” My grandmother tried to gently wrestle my great white shark plushie away from my pudgy little toddler hands. An odd choice for a youngster to pick a shark as a stuffed animal; especially amongst the choices of the cute, cuddle, and furry variety, but what can I say I love sharks. a large part of that being my grandfather's fault.
By James U. Rizzi11 months ago in Fiction
Miscommunicaketion
12:45 P.M. In the lowly streets of upstate Connecticut, a young man preps for one of the biggest days of his life Brent: “Yes mom I know everythings gotta be perfect. No, I can’t imagine she has any idea. As far as she knows it’s our routine date night. Every Saturday we go out. I just hope going to Casanostra won’t tip anything off, that’s where we had our first date. Actually, oh my goodness I still need to make reservations. Lemme let you go ma, I need to hurry up and do that before my break is over. Yes mom, I will right after work. Ok...ok I know, I love you too, talk to you soon.”
By James U. Rizzi11 months ago in Fiction
Prize Fighter
“One more son, you got it in you, let’s go.” My lungs were ablaze, my upper stomach felt like it was swimming in acid. Like a fish out of water, I was gulping for air on dry land.” Ok one more, one more I got this.” I thought repetitive internal narrative would give me the strength to dip down and complete the circuit. But it was the relentless barking of the man who unknowingly saved my life, that would get me to the finish line. “ONE MORE KENNY LETS GO.” Sure enough out of fear of making me restart, I finished my set. Returning to an upright position I was pleasantly greeted with a wholesome grin from the old man. “Good job king, take this, wipe yourself off, and do some bag work.” I snatched the old white towel out of the air and wiped myself down. Almost completely recovered I was startled by another patent Mr. Timmions roaring command. “Let’s go, Ken, make hay while the sun shines, get your ass to the bag.” I couldn’t help but smile, his grin and attitude were contagious.
By James U. Rizzi12 months ago in Fiction
Clean Up Crew
Here's your meat hunk team, enjoy.” I stared at the meat hunk for a minute, utterly disgusted with what I saw in front of me. I decided not to think too much more into it. Instead, I drew my attention to the boy's chatter around the table. Kibler was a docile quiet person despite his massive size. The chatterbox loudmouth was Mikey. He's the one that came up with the nickname Kibler. Directly seated in front of me was Tanner. I suppose he was the group's leader. And then there was me, Stacey Montez, always in my head. I was this way long before the virus took hold of mankind and turned the majority of the population into the undead. It had been years since the initial outbreak. Chaos ensued as you'd imagine, all the while the barely intact government and scientists came up with a drug that would neutralize the spread. There was still the matter of taking care of the stragglers. That's where we came in. We were the clean-up crew as they said. All former military called to arms. Our job from then to the foreseeable future was to take back towns, streets, and malls that were overrun by the undead. This was all so the government could come in and claim the space for whatever they needed. “Stacey, what you think of Kibler's story?” Tanner's question snapped me out of my malicious train of thought. I found myself hung up on the meat in the middle of the table. “What do you guys think this meat is made up of?” “uh, the meat?” Tanner said utterly confused about my response having nothing to do with what he asked. “ Yeah the meat, they say, here's your meat hunk, enjoy every time. What is it, where does it come from?” Tanner looked me directly in my eyes, he knew how I could get. “Stacey you said it yourself animal breeding is back on the rise. “Hey, Rocco!” I yelled, grabbing his attention. He parked at our table with an apron that trapped over his big belly. “What's up, Stace.” “Where's this meat from?” “ The meat!? I'm not sure sweetheart, they come packaged in these giant trucks that say FDA Choice, hauled in by the big guys in black straight to my kitchen.” The big guys in black Rocco were referring to were what I believed to be government pawns. I see them all over doing the bidding of the new world leaders, never talking, straight-laced, and precise. Fully suited in black masks and all. “Listen Stace, I'm just elated we have something to eat other than dog food and acorns, and honestly you should be too.”
By James U. Rizzi12 months ago in Horror
