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  • 117 weeks
    SA: The Last Round

    "So, what do you think, Corejo?" Wanderer D asked, politely showing off the stack of papers in his claw.

    The burlap sack with the printed (in color!) face of Corejo remained silent.

    "I see, yes, yes!" Wanderer D cackled. "Ahahaha! Yes! I agree! This story should do fine! So, who's reviewing it? RT?"

    The sack that had the picture of RTStephens on it tilted just enough for a single potato to roll onto the table.

    "And we have two! Alright, team, I expect you all to figure out who's doing the next one, okay? Let's not keep the readers waiting!" He glanced expectantly at the several sacks with pictures around him. "Alright! Dismissed."

    "Sir?"

    "Ah, intern. Is that my coffee?" Wanderer D took the proffered mug and downed the contents in one go. "Excellent! No time to rest! We have to edit what the guys just handed to me."

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  • 138 weeks
    SA: Round 186

    Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.


    The Dodge Junction train ramp was not where Floydien expected to be part of a reunion.

    He especially didn’t expect it to happen four times in a row.

    “Wait, Winter? What are you doing here?”

    Winter’s eyebrows raised. “On Summer vacation. What about you?”

    “Uh, same.”

    “Guys!”

    The two Angels looked to where the voice came from. Cynewulf came running up to them, a wide brimmed sunhat and sunglasses adorning her head. “Fancy meeting you two here!”

    Floydien scratched his head. “Same. Are you on vacation too?”

    “Yep! Had a blast down on the Horseshoe Bay coast.”

    “Well, ain’t this something!”

    All turned to the fourth voice. Knight strode up, his body decked out in fishing gear, complete with a fishing pole balanced over his shoulder. “Haven’t seen so many of us in one spot since vacation started.”

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  • 153 weeks
    SA: Round 185

    Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.


    Winter and Knight stared out at the bleak townscape. All around them, the fires raged unchecked as Ponyville's former occupants stumbled mindlessly about, their undead faces ravaged by rot and decay as they moaned for sustenance. Knight turned to Winter.

    "Ready to go?"

    Winter nodded and shifted a backpack. "Got everything with me. I guess it's now or never."

    Knight gave a wry smile. "That's the spirit. You do have your reviews, right?"

    "Of course!" he said, patting his chest. "Right here."

    Knight nodded and said, "Alright, here's the plan: we stick to the shadows as much as possible. From what I can tell, their eyesight isn't that good, but their sense of smell is excellent. We just have to stay upwind."

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  • 160 weeks
    SA: Round 184

    Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.


    “I see. Alright, I’ll let him know.”

    Intern twisted a dial on the small mechanical piece attached to his ear, retracting a blue, see-through visor from across his face. He turned to Floydien, crossing his arms. “It’s confirmed. Generation 5 is on its way. Season 2 of Pony Life is just around the corner. And the series finale of Equestria Girls was scrapped for a holiday special.”

    Floydien lifted an eyebrow. “And, what does that mean for us?”

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  • 164 weeks
    SA: Round 183

    Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.


    Over their heads the flak guns peppered the sky. The planes roared and sputtered. The clouds were dark, heavy with the child that was war. It was all noise.


    Cynewulf looked around the bend. “You know, I’ve been reading old fics. Remember Arrow 18?”


    Floydien slipped—a Floydien slipped—One Floydien came through the fractured time in the lower levels of the Sprawling Complex. “Uh, human in Equestria?”


    “Yeah. You know, we were probably too mean about those.”


    “They were terrible. I mean some of them. I guess a lot of everything is terrible.”


    “Well, yes. But anyway, I was reading it, and it occurred to me that what I liked about it was that it felt optimistic in the way that Star Trek was optimistic. It felt naive, but in a way one wanted to emulate. To regress back into it.”


    “Uh, that sounds nice?”

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  • 169 weeks
    SA: Round 182

    Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.


    “Okay, Winter, hit it!”

    Winter pulled a lever that ignited a rocket placed underneath the communal Christmas Tree. The tree blasted through a cylindrical hole and out into the skies beyond. It only took seconds for the tree to become a tiny red dot against the blue sky.

    Winter stepped away from the control panel and down to where Intern was standing behind a fifty-five millimeter thick glass wall. “We could have just picked up the base and tossed it in the garbage bin outside, you know.”

    Intern scoffed. “Yeah, we could, or we can go over the top in a comedic and entertaining manner that leads into our reviews.”

    “You’re getting all meta, now.”

    “Exactly! On to the reviews!”

    ROUND 182

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  • 174 weeks
    SA: Round 181

    Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.


    For the first time in the year that he worked there, FanficFan finally experienced quiet in the Seattle’s Angels Compound. All the other reviewers had gone home for the holidays, leaving him and Intern to submit the last round of reviews of the year. However, with Intern off on an errand, FanficFan was left alone.

    With stories ready to be read by his partner, all the reviewer could really do was wander around the empty building, taking in all the holiday decorations left behind from the Office Christmas Party a few days prior, like office space holiday knick-knacks, lights strown about the ceiling and wreaths on nearly every door. Plus, there was some leftover cookies and egg nog, so that was nice. 

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  • 178 weeks
    SA: Round 180

    Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.


    Cynewulf lay in a grassy field. This was a curious occurrence, as the Seattle Angel’s Dyson Sphere-esque compound basement labyrinth did not usually have grass. 


    But like she had many times before, she’d been teleported here, and whether or not the sky above her was real or not, she didn’t mind. The grass was nice, and the wind was nice, and whatever happened happened.
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    There was a great crash and Corejo stumbled into the grass to her right.

    “Oh, god, are we out? How did—”

    “No clue. I suspect that it’ll just take us back anyhow. Did you have the reviews? The machine came for me a few days ago, so I’ve got mine.”


    “I… Uh, I was late. I mean, we both are, unless you’ve been here for days.”

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  • 182 weeks
    SA: Round 179

    Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.


    Winter peered cautiously out the corner of the broken window, surveying the damage outside. He turned to his companion.

    "Looks like we're trapped in here," he said quietly.

    Intern grunted and adjusted the bandage on his arm. "Nothing we haven't gone through before." He looked up at Winter. "Got your reviews?"

    Winter nodded and patted his chest pocket. "Right here, where they're safe." He turned and looked once more out the window. "Now, it's simply a matter of getting through all those ponies." Winter shuddered as he took in the horrors before him.

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  • 185 weeks
    SA: Round 178

    Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.


    Matthew stumbled through the basement, crouching low to avoid all the pipes on the ceiling. Floydien hadn’t told him much, just that it was extremely important, had nothing to do with Intern, and to take the last fire door on the left.

    After what seemed like eternity in an instant, Matthew finally came to said fire door, damp with sweat and condensation. He carefully undid the latch and opened it with one arm raised just in case of any traps. Only to be greeted with the sounds of maniacal but joyous laughter as he spotted Floydien sitting in the center of the room surrounded by thousands of stacks of papers.

    “I found it!” Floydien said, tossing a stapled pack of papers to Matthew. “I finally found the answer. The answer to all of our questions. To our very existence!”

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Aug
25th
2018

Story Reviews » Seattle's Angels Round 135 · 10:12pm Aug 25th, 2018

Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.


Ebon Quill, braving the outside of his normal atmospheric room, walked with a purpose through the compound halls, a manilla folder tucked under one arm. Deciding to write reviews early had been a brilliant idea; not only did he save time to get back to proper writing but it also cut down on how much time he had to deal with the other Angels. Now, all he had to do was find Intern, hand in his work, then retreat back to his wonderfully gloomy abode.

His master plan neared fruition as he turned a corner and found his target. Intern stood in the middle of the hall, both arms raised up towards the ceiling. Ebon Quill strode up to him, eyeing his peculiar stance. “I know I’m going to regret asking this, but what are you doing?”

“Waiting to ascend,” Intern answered, his gaze locked on the ceiling above.

“Ascend to what?”

“What else? Princesshood! Well, in my case princelyhood, but you get what I mean.”

“No. I don’t.”

Sighing, Intern said, “Look, we all know Twilight Sparkle got to be a princess because of all her hard work and understanding of friendship and magic and whatnot. With all the trials and tribulations I’ve been through, I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before I get my own wings and become a true Angel.”

Ebon Quill looked away. “I’d rather descend.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing!”

“Anyway, may as well see what you got while we wait.”

ROUND 135


Seven years have passed since Grand Pear moved to Vanhoover, and time has dulled the pain of leaving Pear Butter behind. Though the scars remain, life for the Pear family has done its best to return to normal.

But one day, a letter from Ponyville comes in the mail.


We start off with a fic inspired by what is one of the most well received episodes to date. In this we follow Grand Pear and the fallout of his daughter Pear Butter leaving for Ponyville to join her new family. It hasn’t been easy for him to get over it, bottling up enough emotions to fill the mines under Canterlot. Those emotions begin to spill out as a letter arrives from Ponyville with unfortunate news.

This story is all about dealing with feelings you never wanted to deal with again. Grand Pear thought he was over it, but pony/human nature isn’t something you can just switch off. We aren’t machines. We are living, emotional beings that all have a breaking point.

However, this isn’t a fanfic that just grinds Grand Pear’s face into the mud for over ten thousand words. We get to see that even tragedy can make a person better themselves. I was very pleased with how Grand Pear’s difficult journey makes him realize what’s most important and that it’s never too late to change.

I could say more, but gosh-darn it, go read it! It’ll really speak to people experiencing similar feelings of loss and need a way to work through the grieving process. With ponies!

Healing a rift in a family is hard. Most of us won't experience the pain of disowning someone close, and most of those that do never see reconciliation. This already puts the life of Grand Pear in a tenuous position, so it stands to reason all it'd take to topple him is one bad day.

Having a fair amount of experience with this sort of thing, I found this one the hardest to read. I even tried to invent silly reasons not to.

Don't be me. Read this, and then maybe see if that grudge you're tending like it's a prize-winner is really so important.


Scootaloo watches Applebloom and Sweetie Belle realize their true potentials, wondering when the same will happen to her, or if it ever will.


Now I know there’s as many sad Scoots stories as there are romance stories, but I think I picked out a good one. It highlights something that a lot of writers tend to ignore and that’s that ponies are more than the sum of their cutie marks. They may display to the world what they are best at but there’s so much more to them than a butt stamp.

In this one, Scootaloo’s having a bit of an identity crisis as she sees ponies around her happy about their future while she’s struggling to find the bright spot in hers. Even though she finally has her cutie mark, that doesn’t mean she has a solid idea on what it does for her. A chance encounter with another pegasus struggling to fly makes her realize that it’s not what she can’t do but what she can do that makes a difference.

I’ll end it off there. I really liked the message in this one and encourage you to check it out!

I've never empathized more with Scootaloo than I do here. There's things that some people find effortless that others just can't. It's not stubbornness, nor a desire to act against what is requested, but a biological fact.

However, as this story illustrates brilliantly, just because you can't doesn't mean you don't understand the theory.

And sometimes that's enough.


The Flim Flam brothers introduce gambling to Las Pegasus, and Rainbow Dash is quickly drawn to the allure of the new games while Pinkie remains indifferent ... but when Rainbow's luck takes a turn for the worse, can Pinkie salvage their vacation plans?


Okay, enough with the sad stuff, let’s get to some fun stuff! I love this story and can totally see it being an episode if it weren’t for that pesky American taboo about showing gambling in children’s cartoons.

Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash are vacationing in Las Pegasus and are excited to try out this new concept called “gambling”. It’s really interesting how both of these characters react to this new activity, particularly Pinkie Pie. It’s kinda amazing to see, really.

The characters are great and the execution is great, with a beginning and end that bookends the entire package perfectly. I can’t express my admiration enough so double down on pink and take a look!

This is a cute trip through Las Pegasus, Pinkie-style! And, just as you'd expect, the old town’s not quite ready for her.

As fun as it is, it also does something rare; it treats the Flim Flam brothers with respect. They're not mustache-twirling villains, which is something I don't see enough of.

Come for the antics, stay for a better representation of our favorite hucksters than even the show could manage.


Trixie, after returning to Ponyville seeking revenge/forgiveness/redemption/bus fare back to Hoofington, winds up in a coma for three months, through no fault of her own. When she wakes up, she's a little concerned by the hole in the ceiling and the one next to the bed, but not enough to really do much investigating. At least, not until she runs into Rainbow Dash who tells her Twilight has gone missing. Then, things get even weirder when Spike comes crawling out of the basement talking about mysterious books and milk and whatnot. Clearly Trixie has no other option than to get to the bottom of things. She just never expected where that bottom would be.


Now I know Alex was an Angel way back in the day, but the statute of limitations has got to have run out by now. Whatever, he’s not here to recommend Trixie stories so I’m here to pick up the slack.

This is a silly one but it’s got enough heart and character to carry it through to the end. Trixie is Trixie and Rainbow is Rainbow and the duo work well in getting to the bottom of the current disaster affecting Ponyville this week. It’s too bad we don’t get more interactions with the two in the show because I’d watch an episode where these two bumble through to a solution to whatever problem they’re facing.

It’s quirky, it’s funny, it’s got a gallon of milk. What more could you possibly want? Cookies?!

Only until you finish reading this.

Trixie pre-Amulet is always interesting to read, and who doesn't like a little Rainbow Brash?

Not much more to say. It's a light story that's paradoxically heavy on the random, but it's a fun romp regardless.


“Great, perfect, that should do it.”

Ebon Quill crossed his arms. “You think just because we managed yet another review post that it will be enough to make you ascend?” He shook his head and dropped the manilla folder at Intern’s feet. “I got better places to be.” He turned to leave but a gasp from Intern brought his attention snapping back.

Before his very eyes, Ebon Quill witnessed Intern slowly rising off the floor, a look of astonishment and pure joy etched on his face. “It’s happening! It’s really happening!” Intern spread his arms wide, letting the rapturous moment take him. “Finally! I will be joining the ranks of the most prestigious reviewers to—”

Intern abruptly fell to the floor, landing on his butt.

There came the buzz of an intercom turning on, followed by Red’s voice. “Sorry about that. There was a malfunction with our anti-gravity engine so some of you may have experienced a brief bit of weightlessness. It’s back to working now so nothing to worry about.” The intercom click off.

Ebon Quill looked down where Intern lay, the part-time reviewer’s face slowly reversing its earlier elation. Huffing, Ebon Quill turned and marched away. “If only that had been me.”


Feel free to visit our group for more information and events, and to offer some recommendations for future rounds. See you all next time!

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Comments ( 4 )

Look guys we DIDN'T kill Ebon, I swear that's the real him and not a fabricated hologram! Just because it's been long enough since his last time reviewing for us to bury his body and create holographic technology doesn't mean anything

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>_>

... seems legit

Whoa, hey! That's me! Glad you guys enjoyed the story, and thanks for the feature!

We are all Alex Jones

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