Kristen Slade
Bio
Hey all! I am a graduate from BYU in Provo with a masters in PE. I have a passion for the outdoors, physical activity, sports, and health, but I also love writing! I love my parents and all eleven of my siblings!
Stories (86/0)
Will's Opposite
“Alright, I want some straight answers.” It was the day after Jistan’s first battle-or, well, the first battle he’d ever seen. He still didn’t understand what had happened. In the end, the Delani had retreated, but they hadn’t seemed to be losing. Jistan didn’t understand battle strategy well enough to know why they pulled out.
By Kristen Slade3 years ago in Fiction
Converging Paths
Three days had passed since the Kriton ambush. Aniah had been unconscious for the first day, waking finally sometime in the middle of the night. She had still been weak, which translated to her being even more whiny than usual. She would alternately complain about not moving quickly enough and being too tired to move at all. No matter what pace Joree set, she found some reason to be cranky.
By Kristen Slade3 years ago in Fiction
Miscalculation
A young girl runs from her pursuers. She feels them more than hears them-they are too experienced for negligent noise. She sees the crest now, but the path is growing ever steeper. Her breathing is labored, her lungs and legs burning. She is so close…
By Kristen Slade3 years ago in Fiction
Siege
Jistan held the sword in a two-handed grip, arms extended to keep the sharp parts as far away from himself as possible. “It’s very…large,” he said lamely. He probably should have said ‘impressive’ or ‘amazing’. But it was just a long piece of sharpened steel.
By Kristen Slade3 years ago in Fiction
Heir of Manicot
Jistan rode in the center of a large group of armed men and women, along with the Highness who was disguised in a drab brown cloak. His horse was tame and well-trained, but he had only been riding several times in his life, and never for this long or this fast. His thighs and back ached and he was certain his backside was bruised from the constant bouncing gait of his mount. Still, he had never felt so excited in his life.
By Kristen Slade3 years ago in Fiction