Aidan Ansberry
Bio
Working to live the adventures I write
Stories (9/0)
Will It Be Worth It
The reflection looked enough like him for the boy to believe his wish came true. The sunken blue eyes that peered into the pool of water met a clean- cut man with the same blue eyes, except his were piercing and strong, not scared and hiding behind messy black bangs.
By Aidan Ansberry11 months ago in Fiction
My Ascent Begins
Giant silhouette Icy giant standing tall My ascent begins
By Aidan Ansberryabout a year ago in Poets
Haiku
Embracing the sky Encoumbered with trees and snow I long to return
By Aidan Ansberryabout a year ago in Poets
The Final Piece
A distinct thump on the front porch grabbed his attention. He closed his book and walked quietly to the front door, peaking through the window. He saw the drone fly off in the distance, slowly becoming nothing more than a tiny speck on the horizon before disappearing completely. "Strange'" the man wispered, creaking the large wooden door open. An unassuming carboard box sat on the porch. It was no bigger than the book he had just been reading. There was no label or writing anywhere on it, intriguing the man further. He carefully picked up the box and carried it to his desk. It was light, as if nothing but air was inside of it. He cut the tape and pulled back the flaps to reveal a key suspended by wires connected to each corner of the box. He unraveled the wires and turned the key over gingerly with his fingertips, studying it intensely. His eyes flitted over to a chest his father had left him with a mysterius note many months ago. He hadn't been able to get into the chest due to the mysterious lock on the front of it but perhaps now he held the anwer to that mystery in his hands.
By Aidan Ansberryabout a year ago in Fiction
A Knight in the Woods
The night was long, and shadows danced on the walls. Men sat and talked, drank and laughed. None of them displayed any fear of the coming battle. They had been through this a hundred times before. Some bandit bands would get together to form a semi-formidible force and threaten the castle. They were always the same. A sad group of a hundred or so men in worn down armor. Some even wore no armor, just bits and peces of whatever he could steal from whatever ill-fated traveler he managed to kill in his sleep. These brave men of the castle did not know the horrors that awaited them the following morning.
By Aidan Ansberryabout a year ago in Fiction
Four Walls
Most pets spend their entire lives seeing the same four walls everyday, aside from the occasional walk around the block or trip to the local park. No one really thinks about it until it's throw right in your face, or at least that was my experience. I hadn't even considered how small my dog's life was compared to what it could be. Luckily, my mother sprang an impulsive cross country trip that proved to be the perfect remedy.
By Aidan Ansberry2 years ago in Journal
Hustle Culture
The grind, side hustles, hustling, it comes in many names. Some see it as a way to get rich quick. Their favorite Tik Tok and Instagram influencers convince them that if they work hard enough and sacrifice enough, they too can become millionaires in a short period of time. Others, such as myself, see it as a means to break even. It’s not a choice or something we even want to do. It has become a necessity.
By Aidan Ansberry2 years ago in Journal