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)
A Champion's Reward
“Those velching bastards!” Furl growled, unable to restrain himself. Arellia, for her part, looked completely composed. “They know how important it is to protect our western flank from the Delani,” Furl continued, slamming a fist against the map spread before them. “This is an intentional maneuver against us.”
By Kristen Slade3 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Reasons
Joree had been expecting the summons from Master Hobar. It actually came later that he’d anticipated, nearly three days since the Power Duels. Hobar’s class had been rather awkward since Joree’s ‘victory’, as no one was quite sure what to make of the outcome. They seemed unsure if it counted or not, and Joree could sympathize.
By Kristen Slade3 years ago in Fiction
There's Something About
It was an unusually sunny day when Velvet Astrington knocked on my front door. She was wearing an expression as dubious as her clothing, the satin skirt paired with knee length socks and a turtleneck sweater, all of the same hue as her frizzy auburn hair. When she smiled, it looked like she was trying to ask a question, her neck stretching out of her turtleneck, as if she were truly a turtle, and her head cocked to the side like a curious bird.
By Kristen Slade3 years ago in Fiction
Can You Hear
The air was stifling as the golden sun dipped towards the horizon, leaving me lying beneath my grandmother’s pear tree, my fantasies slowly dissolving. My summer reading novel lay beside me, seeming to mock my inability to properly stretch out beneath the pear tree, waiting for the ‘inaudible voice of it all’ to come to me. Instead of the ‘alto chant’ of bees, I heard the annoying buzz of flies and the occasional cluck from a chicken. I didn’t soak in the golden sun so much as melt beneath its rage, and the breeze seemed to be holding its breath. All in all, I thought that Janie Crawford must’ve had a much more inspiring experience while lying beneath the pear tree than I.
By Kristen Slade3 years ago in Fiction
Power Duels
The two challengers faced each other, standing very still. The man was leaning forward slightly, jaw clenched and eyes intense. The tall, elegant woman stood calmly, face impassive. However, if you looked closely, you could see the bead of sweat trickling down her forehead.
By Kristen Slade3 years ago in Fiction
Temper the Rage
Ryan was only ten years old when the Rage appeared. She was helping her little brother, Koda, build a tower with some wooden blocks. Her parents were fighting in the main room again, so she had taken Koda away. Occasionally, her mother resorted to throwing things, and Ryan had once received a bruise from a hair comb projectile that hadn’t gone away for weeks.
By Kristen Slade3 years ago in Fiction