cade gilbreath

Joined January 2021

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Cameras in the Trees
There were cameras in the trees. There shouldn’t have been; this was frontier, miles from anything. The hiker stared up at one as its mechanical pupil stared right back. She shrugged, and continued walking through the forest.
By cade gilbreath4 years ago in Criminal
Kyle's Fish
The thick body of the fish glided along the sandy bottom of the shallow sea, its mouth held open in a foreboding grin. The water was murky, but the creature rarely relied on sight; its nose picked up every organic molecule within the length of a football field, and a lateral line of sensory organs felt the minute electrical impulses of every living thing in the vicinity. The great fish saw only a cloudy green emptiness and the dull tawny sand of the sea floor, but understood perfectly on some primitive, instinctual level its role as the ecosystem’s apex predator.
By cade gilbreath4 years ago in Earth
Minnie's Famous Chocolate Cake
Minnie Custer got herself born on a warm summer day in 1918, just as the Great War was wrapping up after four bloody years, and the Spanish Flu was getting its start in the business of tearing the world a new one.
By cade gilbreath4 years ago in Families
The Old Tin Barn
The dilapidated tin barn, half-collapsed and damaged extensively by every element over the course of its long life, blocked out the light from the setting sun as it descended on the Wyoming horizon. No one was around to witness it, the way the orange sunbeams curled around the perforated sheets of metal and rotted wooden beams, the squirrel nests and cobwebs nestled in the rafters. The sun went down quietly, and the only sounds were of the stream bubbling gently along down the hill and a solitary wolf howling mournfully somewhere in the distance. Before long, the sun was gone, and the world was black.
By cade gilbreath5 years ago in Families
Growing Up in Arlen
As someone who lives in the exact spot on the map that Arlen, Texas would sit in if it were a real town, no work of fiction creates a caricature of my culture as well as the grandfather of all adult cartoons, ‘King of the Hill’. Forget ‘Walker, Texas Ranger’ and the rest of the cowboy shit; contrary to popular belief, anyone seen wearing a ten gallon hat and spurs in East Texas is a poser and a fraud. We don’t have to dodge tumbleweeds and herd cattle here, as we live in as much of a humid, green hellscape as those poor souls inhabiting the swamps of Florida and Louisiana- I even found a nine and a half foot alligator in a pond behind my house one time in highschool. This satirical depiction of the way of life of my people, and the nostalgia it brings because of all the times I watched it on the couch with my dad as a child, makes ‘King of the Hill’ the ultimate comfort show when I find myself having a bad day.
By cade gilbreath5 years ago in Humans