SkyLines
Individual Short “God Save the Queen”

Individual Short “God Save the Queen”

March 17, 2021

Individual short story exercise. 

Peering through the sliding, wobbling sheets of spring creek current he could just make out the torpedo shaped fish and it was the largest trout he had ever seen. It swung heavy in the current like a river of its own, sulking in the minty shade of an olive tree, but on occasion moving out to the edge of the shade where its entire length could be marked. And it startle him each time he saw it that way.

Short Story Ch6 “Make A Run For It”

Short Story Ch6 “Make A Run For It”

March 8, 2021

It was like tea bleeding in hot water. A blend of fragrances that rolled uphill in a slow, thermal simmer. The peppermint-butter aroma of bitter brush blooms, silken spice of sage and vanilla honey of mountain mahogany. The warm dog-foot smell of campfire juniper, and purified starkness of mocha-brown basalt... blotched with lichens colored of copper. Each layer unique in its scent, yet common as clouds.

Short Story Ch5 “Cattle Guard”

Short Story Ch5 “Cattle Guard”

March 7, 2021

Out on the open highway his journey found its tempo, its rhythm, its pulse. Every day on a bike has its own feel, and today a natural feeling sense of urgency had him riding fast. Carrying speed into corners and leaning steep with the bike as it swung through turns steady as a pendulum swings. Putting miles behind him felt satisfying. Little time was spent behind traffic, as he could pull around and charge past vehicles in the lawful range with a roaring casualness. Between traffic he inhaled the ribbon of asphalt between 80-100 with a low, steady, a deadly calm pulse. Like tying shoelaces in the dark. 

Short Story Ch4 “Bumblebee”

Short Story Ch4 “Bumblebee”

March 1, 2021

bumblebee bounced around. 

Miles below him the line of dust continued crossing the valley, sending its flags into the air like smoke signals of forgotten interpretation.  It was headed south and gaining ground fast. At the tip of this spear-shaped cloud of airborne earth, whatever was ripping dust from its resting place was still too far away, too small to see. 

Short Story Ch3 “South”

Short Story Ch3 “South”

March 1, 2021

With a quarter turn of his right wrist the motor churned out a flurry of crisp-sounding notes that broke skyward like mallards from the angled titanium exhaust. 

Short Story Ch 2 “Line of Dust”

Short Story Ch 2 “Line of Dust”

February 18, 2021

"As he woke his back stiffened. He tilted his head slightly and with a weathered hand pushed the woven-palm cast shadow upward- pouring the freshness of daylight into his eyes. Grasshopper wings rattled all around like strings of firecrackers hitting or missing every first or third fuse. 

He blinked through rusty flakes of salted blurriness and stared past his boots and deeper down the northern view that unfolded the way heavy wool blankets would spill from the back of a rig."

Short Story Ch 1 “Swing Your Leg Over A Motorcycle”

Short Story Ch 1 “Swing Your Leg Over A Motorcycle”

February 12, 2021

Daddy daycare has really put a squeeze on my time to write, and thus what I write has really been squeezed. So I'm trying to see if I can continue to produce content that's shorter in duration.

I begin this short story effort with my take on what riding a motorcycle feels like, and the sense of possibility it creates in my imagination.

Thanks for coming along! 
Bryan Huskey 

Episode #45 Lifelines

Episode #45 Lifelines

August 10, 2020

As my kiddo and I gazed at the slab of largemouth bass flexing along the handle of my net, he asked “Dad, is that fish bigger than me?”

I could swear I heard an echo making its way back… of my own voice asking that same question 40 years ago.

For images that accompany this piece, visit the Fishpond USA blog post here: https://fishpondusa.com/fishpond/the-pond/tales-from-the-pond:-bryan-huskey/

Wired to Wander Ch 9 Magnetic Fog

Wired to Wander Ch 9 Magnetic Fog

June 17, 2020

Ch 9 Magnetic Fog resumes my 2014 archery elk hunting season with the addition of my friend Ian and his traditional bow. “They’ll be in FULL ParTay mode and we’ll have it all to ourselves.” as I whispered an invitation for him to join me for the last 2 days of the season.

See the film here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=auXUq08KHi8&t=10s

Wired to Wander Ch 8 “Over The Hills And Far Away”

Wired to Wander Ch 8 “Over The Hills And Far Away”

June 11, 2020

A whole new year and season. An entirely new location. Mature bulls right out of the gate. Ch 8 resumes my elk trek into the backcountry of Idaho in search of solitude, success and bull elk for the 2014 season.

Watch the YouTube video here https://youtu.be/vC4KQwpvQzg

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