James U. Rizzi
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By James U. Rizzi2 years 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. Rizzi2 years 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. Rizzi2 years 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. Rizzi2 years 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. Rizzi2 years 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. Rizzi2 years ago in Fiction
