Little Space For Beginners Novels & Stories

“That’s not helpful.” Adrian stepped in, his voice calm. “Focus on what you felt last night.” I hesitated. “That’s the problem. I didn’t feel anything normal. It was too much.” “Then start small,” he said. “How?” His gaze softened. “Close your eyes.” I frowned slightly but did as he said. “Breathe,” he continued. Slow. Steady. “In… and out.” I followed his rhythm. At first, there was nothing. Just the sound of my own breathing.

There won’t be a need for any sympathy or any kind of affection, she needs to be trained in a hard way for results. I showed her as I leaped up and I reached the top of the wall. I surpassed it too. I panted as I landed. It was just a tap and that was what she needed for now. “That’s how many inches?” She had her hands on her hips, she seemed to be calculating the height and how she would get there. “An average wall is eight inches, I went for twelve. For now you need to get to seven inches.” I said to her without blinking.

“Do we start now? Or… next dawn or something?” “Now’s good. Come.” Talyss beckoned her towards the edge of the ring, where a small canvas bundle sat next to the rest of her equipment. “Great! No time like now. How long do we have? Or, rather, when do we stop?” “There’s no set time for the first lesson,” replied Talyss, “usually it’s however long it takes you to collapse from either pain or exhaustion.”

She shrugs her shoulders. “Normal people start with treadmills, elliptical, spinning… Damn! What do I know?” I can't help but get exasperated. The truth is that Pilates is one of the most recommended physical activities for beginners, but I would be capable of anything to avoid it, even make up absurd excuses. “Mike is a sweetheart. When I started, he was very patient and taught me everything I needed to know...” I refuse to give up my unsportsmanlike attitude.

Trixie assigned excellent dancers to teach the slow learners. The trainees were also happy to know they were not doing what they were supposed to learn today. It was a lesson about anal sex, and many of them were still feeling shy and resentful of this discussion, although they knew they would have to take it, one way or another. "Are they a new batch?" Asked Trisha as she noticed their lessons were for beginners. "Yeah, they only started a few weeks ago," Trixie replied. Trisha was about to say anything more when Trixie suddenly raised her hand.

(His POV) The first meeting is deliberately small. No titles. No bios. No credentials read aloud like protective charms. Just six people around a table that wobbles slightly if anyone leans too hard on one side. It’s the kind of detail you notice when you’re paying attention. We begin without a facilitator. That’s intentional too. Silence sits with us longer than it would have a month ago. Not awkward—evaluative. Each of us measuring whether this space is performative or permissive.

It felt warm, peaceful… like the world had paused for just us. “This is where we train today,” Liam said, walking to the center and stretching. “Time for some warm-ups.” He showed me some beginner exercises—squats, lunges, some jumping movements—and I followed along. Not perfectly, but I tried. Every time I messed up, he corrected me gently. He was patient, calm, never laughing at me. Just guiding me, step by step. “Good,” he said as I finished a stretch. “Now let’s move on to something more fun.”

I said, smiling thinking about the kids now as he started the topic. “I have even a better plan. They should know about even another religion like even Islam.” He said. “To teach them, we should first learn about that right. So we will even start learning about that religion too.” I said, feeling nothing but good thinking about the result. “But there is one problem.” He suddenly said, making me frown. “What is it?” I asked him worried glancing at him. “You have to take step 9 for us to even have a chance to have kids.” He replied and bursted out laughing seeing my face.

"Family only. No staff allowed unless they're specifically training someone, he said we could do your training here, even though I’m sure he doesn’t think it’s necessary." The space smelled like gun oil and something metallic I couldn't quite place. My stomach twisted. I'd never held a gun in my life. Dad had kept me away from that side of things, kept me sheltered and ignorant while my brothers learned how to kill people. Nico pulled out a case and opened it. Inside were three handguns, different sizes, all of them looking equally terrifying to me. "We'll start with this one," he said, selecting the smallest. "Glock 43. Nine millimeter. Good for beginners because it's not too heavy and the

For some reason they felt safe ,and didn't fear about what was going to happen next. A small lush world appeared in front of them , and suddenly they warped into a room filled with grid lines. It was the beginner's room. Everyone could see a mirror in front of them which showed a formless figure which was themselves. "Don't worry students, this is just the beginners area , here your whole body will be formed exactly as in real world , and you will be allowed to choose a name" Within seconds their body started materialising on the formless figure. A name window appeared in front of them,