James U. Rizzi
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I cant wait to see what I can create here.
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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. Rizzi4 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. Rizzi5 years ago in Fiction
