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About me - Benjamin Baggett

I am a person who loves a good fantasy story. I have been marry for one wonderful year, and she supports me in everything.

My hobbies vary in many things; I enjoy reading and love to write my own fantasy stories. Once a month a large group of my friends and

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Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Adventure: 1 of 183
Aaron had always been afraid of walking through the grove. But it was the shortest way back home from the open market in the middle of the village. Most of her trips to the village were with her two closest friends, Jasmine and Maria who lived on the same dirt road as she did. This it was different; both of them came down wit... More..
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Magical fantasy: 1 of 116
Melstone wondered the forest filled ruins of an age old fort that once held gaze over the valley and farm where his family settled before he was born. Since age seven he ran about these old stone walls and mounds of dirt pretending to be fighting grand battles and skirmishes. With two sticks tied together with a thin piece of... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Fantasy: 18 of 583
FootstepsThe sounds of boots clapping down the dark hallway echoed loudly, was light dimly by an amber flame. Rutain ran as fast as he could trying to keep up with Sam, Sam being the best at most things. Running down this hallway decorated by vast history and old painting of their family's ancestors. Even some heirlooms hung ... More..
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Dark fantasy: 5 of 149
He stood there in the center of the ruined temple with his curved sword in his right hand and morning star in the other hand. Blood had splattered and dripped from his plate halberk that hung down to his knees. Both arms were tired from swinging at so many enemies that laid about him. He could hear them coming, 'so many' he t... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Horror: 69 of 233
My name is Aldric Harbor, I was born in 1525, in a land where people believe in spirits wondering the forests near my home in Limoges France. This forest was old, smelt old, story told that in the time of the Romans. An old general built his fortress villa here for he loved this land so much. As he got older he desired to see... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love does not die: 121 of 312

Love does not dielove is like a great tree, lovely and strongfed by deep growing in the earth, in that there is no wrongPulling it to the nurturing waters beneathwith each passing year it growsTaller...Bigger...StrongerWinter comes, the leaves fall off of the branchesBut death does not claim itThe life of the Tree climbs into... More..