Justin Streight
Bio
Writer.
Oh... I also do animation and short videos here:
Stories (10/0)
There was Nothing
He was, legally speaking, homeless, and that's what allowed Ernest to travel the United States for free. Whenever he would arrive at a new destination, he would simply take out a cardboard sign asking for money, or if he didn't have a sign, he'd ask an officer which way to the nearest shelter or social worker.
By Justin Streight3 years ago in Fiction
Tanga and the Water Conspiracy
"So, what I have my summer camp kids do is lay as flat on the beach, then when the sun has set over the horizon, they jump up and time how long until they can't see the sun again. Then you can calculate the Earth's circumference from the time and their heights," Susie explained.
By Justin Streight3 years ago in Fiction
The Truth About Raising Twins
They say twins have a special relationship — a bond for life. Secret languages. Loads of inside jokes. A kind of telepathy even. Not true for my two girls. They were born just 14 minutes apart, but it might as well have been 14 years.
By Justin Streight3 years ago in Fiction
Heroes Aren't Born, They're Made In Old Barns
That wasn't to say Zeke had some sort of plan. He didn't. Nor did he have superhuman marital prowess, untapped until this moment, that could prevent the scurrying hordes of rat-like alien monsters from bursting through the barn doors and eating Zeke alive.
By Justin Streight3 years ago in Fiction
Maria was a Nurse
Maria was a nurse in an ancient hospital situated in the middle of Phoenix, one of the 400 small nation-states that made up the geo-political world. Nurses in the 20th century would easily recognize Maria’s work: fluorescent lights, blue scrubs, lemon-scented floor cleaner. Even the treatments and medicines were similar. As if medical science had taken a break for two centuries while the world heaved and shifted with wars, famines and great migrations of people.
By Justin Streight3 years ago in Fiction
