Stories tagged “training”

  • Ready, steady

    I square my shoulders, grimace in pain, realize my mistake, and quickly hide it again. I look across the bloodied, dirty mat at my opponent, who looks calm and composed. I look down at my toes, taped up, blood seeping through the seams where the sticki...

    • Author: Brodo
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Where Would You Like To Go Today?

    I’ve used any number of internal computer systems before, all with silly acronym names. Names like SABS, or SMS, or SAP, and so on. This system had a similar name: LCARS, although Kat says that the person who designed it had long ago left the com...

    • Author: Ben Paddon
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Training Montage

    “This is a Sig-Sauer P226. It will be your standard-issue sidearm. I won’t tell you you’ll eat, sleep, and make love with it, but you will want to keep it close to hand…” “This is a TASER. You’ll carry it when you ...

  • Going For A Spin

    He really tried to keep a straight face, but James was never the best at poker, and had to bite his lip to avoid a fit of giggles as they pulled up once the course was completed. Sera coming to a stop within a few feet of him was slightly unnerving, bu...

    • Author: Cossy
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Intuitive

    James had refused to hear any more than that, and shortly later, they were back at the paved section of the track, and Sera and Fur were lined up parallel at the start line, James at Fur’s wheel, with Lisa at Sera’s. Fur, being a Lotus Elis...

    • Author: Cossy
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Hypothetical Dawn

    In fact, Julie had never so much as looked in Joe’s direction. Dawn, on the other hand, followed him around like an excited puppy. The trainer, an overweight woman named Kristy, was as sarcastic as she was large. She waited for the room to quiet ...

  • puppy training (Mature)

    He holds her collar tightly by the ring and commands her in a stern voice to not even think about peeing on the floor, even though he has put some newspapers down. Her eyes shift from the newspaper up to him and back down to where the newspaper lies in...

  • Relief, interrupted (Mature)

    She relishes the feeling of pleasing him. Of being in his arms after she’s obeyed. Of hearing his “good girl” in her ear. But she isn’t relieved. Something happens to her muscles when he’s near. It crawls back up and hides...

    • Author: puppy
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
  • numb and numb'er'

    Casey’s eyes felt like they had been used as a rag to clean up dust in the warehouse. Her co-workers surrounded her, engaged in an enthusiastic conversation revolving around cereal and ice cream. Casey kept her gaze averted, focusing on opening t...

    • Author: eclectickid
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • In Between Minds- Precipice of Responsibility

    The closer I got to the door, the slower I moved. A few feet from it, I stopped entirely. “If tying up loose ends is rule two, then what is rule one?” “Why obedience, of course.” At that moment he sounded like the Polkovnik. The...

  • Move, Move, Move

    0430 Ship Time “Up and at ‘em, runt! This ain’t the Navy for lollygaggers and yard pissers! Move, move, move!!” The words came barked with a suddent burst of light as his bunk’s screen slid open. Gruff assisted assisted hi...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 8 years ago.
  • In Between Minds: Stretching Out

    One small rabbit and two potatoes were hardly a feast but over the past few months I had grown used to living off the land. Grandmother’s pouches held a variety of herbs and spices that, when added in small pinches, gave each simple meal a little...

  • In Between Minds: A Dangerous Place

    “That wasn’t a test, was it?” I asked. “Not part of the training?” Grandmother cleared her throat but answered with her mind instead. Yes and no. That memory came from inside you. It is yours. The exercises helped uncover ...

    • Author: Robert Quick
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Sisters of the Page: Training is Over

    “You don’t have to do this, you know?” Deija hissed still gripping onto the sheathed weapon as Sybil stared at her, her palm outstretched demanding the sword. “If I don’t, then who will Deija? When will the bloodshed end? ...

  • Release (Mature)

    The sunlight cruises down upon the throbbing site (marked with red tape that dances with frivolous perfection in imaginary winds it tries to enchant).   You can see their fractured spines grimacing hunching up against the repentant rock, a...

    • Author: helig
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
  • Making Connections (Day 67)

    Yesterdays failures were for yesterday. Today would be different. This was the thirty-ninth morning in a row that I woke with those words on my lips, as if I’d been chanting them in my sleep. My heart was heavy. I could almost feel it pinning me ...

  • Despair Bear (Day 91) (Mature)

    Sharon despaired under the weight of her disappointment. This tiny bear was to be her only hope? She wished Alexander was still around so she could kick him. She didn’t understand how he could have any faith in this runt. There were plenty of Fra...

    • Author: Robert Quick
    • Posted almost 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Destruction of David (1)

    David glanced down at his bare feet as the blue liquid flooded the tank he stood in. It had the consistency of glue, and felt cold. Very cold, as if it was seeping into his bones, freezing him from within. The rest of his squad stood outside the tank, ...

    • Author: Kespan
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
  • The Destruction of David (2)

    Instructor Bevin waited until David’s thrashing subsided and the man fell still. He turned to the recruits, and while their faces betrayed no emotion, he saw hints of tears in more than one set of blue eyes. He couldn’t blame them – they had trai...

    • Author: Kespan
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Endings

    Mud on his face, tears tempting to push through, he looked into his daughter’s face, “We did it. We’re done. I did it. I’m 55 and I’m done.” “Not yet dad; the finish line is right there.” They had spent o...