I write well when I am brave enough to speak my mind. Soy milk fund
Wallflower won’t let her girlfriend touch her. Not while she's wearing that mind-reading magical geode of hers.
Content warning: contains wholesomely happy ending 
Second place winner in Scampy's SunFlower Shipping contest. Highly recommended by PresentPerfect.
This is a companion, but by no means a sequel, to my other Wallflower story blue wallflower.
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Why is this spoilered out?
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It's for Scampy's contest.
meanwhile, the cover art is like
“Hey Wally, check out this cool thing I coughed up.”
Something I notice while reading is that Wallflower clearly still has a childish way of thinking, probably because of her mother not letting her grow up and mature, as shown with the bike example.
My parents taught me by digging the wheels of the bike inside gravel just enough so they could still spin without wobbling. By the time I dug the wheels out by cycling I had some rythm to follow and not fall.
I crashed into a lot of things though.
Hooooo my goodness, you've sent me down a spiraling path yet again, Mica. Great job!
The way you write Wallflower's mind is just... whoo. Takes me for a ride every time.
The feels always get to me.
Not gonna lie, the Thanos quote pulled me out of the story pretty hard. Overall though, I'm not sure what to make of this one.
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LOL it's just a random screencap from Forgotten Friendship.
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Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it!
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I'm not sure where exactly in the story you're talking about, because I've never seen Thanos before.
Thanos quote?
This is lovely. Here’s an upvote!
So when's Sunset going to tell her the geode has range?
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I've just heard that quote circulating around the internet.
Oh haha, I didn't know that's where that quote originally came from.
I hope you enjoyed the story nonetheless.
YOU
Which charity would you like to receive your donation?
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NO U
Just sent you a PM
Now I want to watch Trees of the Everfree, and it's all your fault.
The first section hit close to home, trying to Grow Up And Make It in The Adult World with a disability.
Wallflower's opening monologue has stuck with me ever since I read the story. Really really good job conveying so much in only ~500 words up front.
Congrats on 2nd place for the contest!
I'm a little lost how Wallflower got to that conclusion (from Tuesday cafeteria to afterschool (sic) music practice room #3) ... if I did, maybe I'd be better.
But! that doesn't take away from this being a very evocative, powerful piece. Very interesting use of narrator voice, and (echoing Lord Camembert) that opening monologue alone is an effective short story (but I'd say 'when I tried to learn' in place of 'the time', as it's not just one time.)
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Oh my god, this is actually hilarious. I was going to comment on that quote too. :D
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This made me almost cry, and I’m not totally sure why. I don’t even know how to ride a bike.
I was about to comment on that, but then I read this:
And I had to laugh so~ hard. Me too. Learned it once, don't know at what age exactly. I was young. Didn't ride much for a while, I guess. Had to relearn it. First attempt (the second time around), immediately crashed on a tree. I never felt safe on a bike. Then again, I don't feel safe in cars either. Or trains. (And I've never been on a plane.)
Come on, Sunset. No reason to be this overly dramatic...
Actually... no, it wouldn't be. See, she can read your mind, but that 'only' gives her knowledge. You can take knowledge away. She would have to trust you that you don't overpower her. Because you could. Quite easily. So this is far from 'perfect'.
Eh. I think that's just a general life-thing.
This was a great story. I'm going to chime in with others: Sections of this tale hit close to home. I'm a little worried about Wallflower, because... well, you don't just shake off paranoia that easily. Building trust is hard. Especially if you don't know how. And those voices, speculating about the potential motives of others, will probably never go away entirely. There are people who find it easy to trust others - and I envy them. Because it seems so much easier to believe, much more reasonable to assume, that everyone is just out for their own good.
I enjoyed reading this. So...
Thank you.
Wow, this turned out to be a real three-act story in just five thousand words. I’m ashamed to say that walking into training wheels I wasn’t quite sure what to expect – I anticipated angst because, you know, Wallflower, but without the typical angst-related tags I was worried it’d fall flat.
I never should have doubted you. It didn’t fall flat. It fell subtle, and was all the better for it.
You paint a fantastic picture of an introvert's spiralling overanalysis during the date with Sunset, because bloody hell I see an uncomfortable amount of myself in Wallflower’s inner monologue. It's compounded by the fact that so little is spoken. In a situation normally dominated by dialogue, you fill in all those gaps with this screaming white noise of Wally's overcomplicated emotions and paranoia.
The initial backstory just shouts ‘this is a metaphor’, so I like your occasional references back to it throughout the story. I'm always a fan of authors depicting a character’s train of thought flitting back to a prior memory, and here it’s done in a way that feels real.
In a way, I love this... this hatred Wally harbours, that starts with herself and seeps out and spreads to everything around her. The feeling of failure that leads to her starting to hate the thing that she's failing at: Sunset, and trusting her.
You monster, this had better change over the next two and a bit thousand words.
Alright this is not what I meant! What are you doing turning this cute cuddly relationship into what I can only describe as emotional mutually assured destruction?
But then... Wallflower realises. And you made it a subtle thing, and I love that. For all this frippery around magical mind-reading powers, all it takes for Wally to turn that corner is seeing Sunset’s eyes dim a bit, or recognising a silly little nervous tic of hers. The final reprise just tops it all off, wraps everything up in a… actually, your spoilered ‘content warning’ puts it perfectly.
This was a rollercoaster of a story, walking the line of emotional intensity without drifting into shameless angst. training wheels feels, at its core, congruent. It fits together, each little thread building on top of what came before and forming the foundation of what comes after. You sure as hell deserve that second place award, let me tell you that. Top stuff.