Little Space For Beginners Novels & Stories

TJ’s POV “I am never going to get this” and groan at Lowe and Atlas Atlas smiles at me “You will, you just need to concentrate better. Now try again” They had given me an apple to practise with, because starting small was the way to move forward apparently, but no matter how much I tried, the apple would end up in a different place either in the room or no where to be seen, one apple had even split in two. Lowe had joked that it wouldn't matter if I managed to pull that off with Alice

“This is Andrew. He will be your instructor for the hour.” Andrew gave a small bow to Julie, then turned to face the class. “This may seem like a strange way to start your morning, but trust me when I tell you that you will all be thanking me tomorrow. Motion does not work the same way in zero gravity as it does on Earth. If you unbuckle your harness and push off the wall as if you were on Earth, you’ll find yourself a human pinball, and you’ll likely take your team down with you. The smallest movements have a big impact.”

I could feel his eyes digging holes on every part of my body, and the last thing I'd was raise my eyes to look at him. I couldn't help but wonder what could be going on in his mind? Could he be mad that I'm exposing my body to a bunch of strangers? How do I even look at him after this? Well, I guess I'll worry about that later, right now I really need to get this session over and done with and run as far from this place as possible. I turned toward the platform and stepped into the circle of light. “Alright, everyone,” the instructor called. “let’s begin. Ten minutes, gesture study. Capture posture, not detail. Ready?”

In a feverish haze, I heard the doorbell ring. The delivery guy called out, "Delivery for Mr. Hendrick." I smiled as I took it from the delivery guy and thanked him. I was going to laugh at James for being childish. After all, before falling asleep, I had only mentioned that I had a fever. Yet he had already ordered medicine for me. However, when I opened the delivery bag and saw what was inside, my expression froze. Condoms and lubricant were right there in plain sight, and even the toy in my hand made my head spin. Just as I took out my phone, ready to demand an explanation from my husband, a text message suddenly popped up. "This is Sangland Resortworld. Dear Mr. Hendrick, we are de

"He told me this was a small thing." "It's going to be fine," she muttered back. "It's not that huge a thing." "Look at all these people!" "Yeah, and did you see the big poster board over there or were you too busy freaking the fuck out?" She tilted her head in the direction of said poster. "I can't even see that from here." She snorted. "It says the beginner level kids will be onstage from four to five. I'm assuming that's Leia's group. I very much doubt that they're expecting a full house for a bunch of seven-year-olds. It's probably to make sure the mics work and everything."

He's in his forties maybe, fit but not intimidating, leading them through what looks like a basic circuit training routine. "And five, six, seven, eight—switch!" he calls out cheerfully. "Remember, proper form is more important than speed. Listen to your body! Honor where you are today!" I watch from the doorway as the group moves through exercises—squats at a glacial pace, lunges with careful precision, modified push-ups where half the class is on their knees. Everything looks... easy. Gentle. Like they're barely breaking a sweat. The instructor notices me and waves me over with a bright smile. "Hey! Welcome! Jump in anywhere—we're doing a beginner-friendly circuit tonight!"

“But you can’t spend your life just staring at your hands, waiting for something weird to happen. At some point, you have to learn to control it.” Control. Right. Because apparently, that was something I could just pick up when my body decided to break the laws of nature at random. “How do I control something I don’t understand?” “Just like you learn anything else—practice, patience, and a good dose of embarrassment when you inevitably mess up.” Luna’s grin was sharp. “Which is why I’m going to teach you the basics before you accidentally send someone flying across the room.” The thought of accidentally sending Jake flying across a room made me cringe. “Where do we start?”

Derek studied my face, probably seeing the determination there, and after a moment his expression shifted from amused to thoughtful. "Okay, how about this," he said finally. "When you're absolutely certain you're ready, when you've put in enough practice time that I'm confident you won't get yourself killed, I'll bring some people to test with you." "What kind of people?" "The beginners. We call them the babies," he said with a grin. "New riders, people just starting out in competitive racing. You'd start from the very bottom and work your way up." I didn't mind starting at the bottom. Hell, I'd crawl if it meant I got a chance to race eventually.

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He was afraid she will get hurt. “Look, how about he shows you the basics first for a couple of day and when you master then you can join the training with everyone else. Julie will also start training tomorrow morning at four. Why don’t you join her ground and train with them. The ground will have all beginners, you won’t be alone.” He suggested.