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  • 119 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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  • 140 weeks
    SA: Round 186

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    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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  • 155 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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  • 162 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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  • 166 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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  • 171 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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  • 176 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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  • 180 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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  • 184 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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  • 187 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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Jul
19th
2016

Story Reviews » SA Reviews #87 · 12:41am Jul 19th, 2016

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


The passenger cabin of the Seattle's Angels airliner rumbled.

"More turbulence?" Pav groaned, closing his laptop. "I should go up there and have a word with the pilots. It's really interfering with all the fic writing I do."

"This makes me angrier than usual!" growled Sock, grinding his teeth, to the chorus of the rest of the Angels complaining loudly.

"Okay, everybody calm down," said Alex, placating them with vague hand gestures. "I'll go ask the guys up front to try to take it easy."

He walked down the aisle to the cockpit, poking his head inside, where Arch and Red sat at the controls.

"Hey, guys? It's a little bumpy. Any way you can tone down the queasy near-death experiences?"

"Sorry mate, we're navigating the edge of a huge hype storm right now after the mid-season leaks!" Arch shouted, unnecessarily. "We gotta make sure this baby sails the wind just right!"

"I can't reach the controls," said Red, who was a tiny squirrel strapped into a too-large seat.

"In the meantime," Arch said with a frighteningly enthusiastic grin, "let's entertain the passengers by reading some reviews!"

ROUND 87


In the distant past, the various tribes had their purpose. We know this, we even have pageants about it. But how much of it is true?
Come with me and let's have a little peek at that world so long ago, before the time of Equestria.


Worldbuilding!

With that brief fanboying out of the way, what we have here is a simple, short tale about origins.

Did I say simple? That's probably a lie. In about one thousand words, the author attempts to explain what Earth Ponies are, how certain Earth Ponies function and why so many things are given the portrayal we're familiar with. There's a risk that a short story of this kind can turn into an infodump, and were it to take place in a longer fic that might actually happen. But here, alone, the headcanon fills and out and waves amongst a sad and heartbreakingly familiar tale about the reaction to people who are a little different from the norm. It leaves us on a hopeful, yet bittersweet note, and you'd be forgiven for not even noticing all of the information it just pushed out at you in the process.

Earth ponies! Huh! Good God, ya'll, what are they good for?!

Telling awesome stories, apparently.

This entry by David Silver tries to tackle that timeless question even the show hasn't bothered answering by providing not only a background story of earth ponies in general, but a theory on why the show is allowed to do what it does. There's a twist here that I found pleasantly surprising on reading through, and while sharp-eyed readers will find it in a moment, it's best to go in not expecting anything. Which isn't to say this story won't rise above expectations—it does! This is not just an infodump, but a tale of loss and the inherent fear that drives paranoia towards the unknown. This method, including the ever-charming story-within-a-story setup, means the exposition is teased out rather than simply stated, a fine example of showing over telling. If you like your ponies with a side of bittersweet, give this one a look.


Seeking shelter from a storm, a pony chances upon a small cave, but finds it already occupied by a gryphon. Despite fear and mistrust, the two of them must share it until morning.


There are times when a fic so perfectly encompases the meaning of Friendship is Magic that it becomes easy to believe that the writer is a nom de plume of one of the show's writers. What we have here is, again, a story of differences; the classic tale of two opposed people, from diametrically opposed cultures, who have no choice but to rely on one another to survive.

The slow warming of this pair to one another, the exploration of their differences and the realisation of their similarities is a staple of fiction since fiction began. This fic shares the realm of those blessed few examples that take the staple and turn it into a dish that a master chef would treasure. Its characters are complex and rounded, its setting realised in just enough detail; the lives these two have lived before and hope to live afterwards rise from the page and envelop the reader, urging him forward for just one more word, one more taste.

Delicious.

The relationship between ponies and their natural world is something a lot of authors either flat out ignore, making ponies into a direct facsimile of humans, or go a little overboard with, making ponies literally horses that just happen to think. Rare is the story that finds a happy medium, allowing ponies to simply exist as they are without the need to turn them into something else for the sake of a message or convenience. This is a story that manages to do that, making the central character, Brûlée, a believable and reasonable extension of a world, rather than someone acting independently of it.

This story, however, is chiefly about the enduring power of friendship and the way bonds can be forged through mutual suffering, in this case two runaways sharing a cave. The interaction between Brûlée and Ava, the griffon, are as intriguing as they are sweet. Many authors pass over the implication of two sentient species with very different mindsets sharing a world—Laureate manages to weave this conflict into the interplay between their characters without making it feel forced. As the two wayward travelers open up and share more about each other, it all feels natural and organic without moving too fast or feeling too artificial. This is one of the best examples of writing a coherent, cohesive, logical, and entertaining story and world you can find.


‘A horse walks into a bar...’

One evening a despondent Applejack walked into Ponyville’s tavern. The next morning she was gone without a trace.

In the days following her disappearance the inn’s landlord recounts events in Ponyville as the town searches for its lost friend, struggling to understand why she left, and where she went.


A story told through the eyes of the most background of background characters: the bartender. These creatures lurk in the dimly-lit recesses of a story's starting location, or the place where it reaches a nadir. They see everything, know every secret and can change the world with a well-timed drink and a friendly ear.

Every character of this fic is solid as oak, their personalities poured forth into cups that seem transparent, but hide complexities of flavour. The protagonist, who in any other story would get maybe a few lines and a cheeky smile, has a character that is difficult to pin down, but that leaves the reader satisfied and looking for another round.

Applejack's tall tale at the end is just icing on the cake.

There's one perspective that not a lot of stories can pull off, or bother with, and that's the side characters. They're the ones hanging at the edge of our senses, lurking at the corners of our perception, not quite important, but necessary enough that they have to be there. Often they're a vehicle to move the story along, but sometimes... sometimes you can make a whole story out of their brush with greatness.

Run for the Roses (love that title by the way) is an engaging and thoughtful look at the mane six through their interactions with a bartender, Single Measure. He's on the sidelines of an apparently epic and emotionally impactful fic that closely examines the threads connecting Applejack and the rest of the Mane Six... and yet it's still that even though he's the viewpoint character. We see bits and pieces, snatches and starts, of the conflict and resolution of this other story, and yet it still manages to tell the entire story without hand feeding it to us. The ponies are all in-character, Single Measure and his employees are well-realized, and the fic treads a fine emotional line, tugging our heartstrings without falling into all out maudlin sentimentality. This had to be my favorite of the bunch, and I cannot recommend it enough.


A tale of miserable miser Princess Celestia and her transformation into a kind and caring benefactor after visits on one Christmas Eve from the Spirits of Christmas Past, Present, and Yet to Come.


With a recent episode covering similar ground, it's interesting to look back on how the fandom has interpreted our classics into the world of Equestria. Some take it seriously, rewriting the story with new characters who, nevertheless, tread the same paths and speak the same truths as the work they've been required to emulate.

Others take a different path. To accuse this fic of taking its inspiration seriously would be to deny its simple beauty. The narrator's glorious self-awareness, displaying the sort of sarcastic wit that wouldn't be out of place in a Monty Python sketch (though later in their run, let's be fair), completely steals the show. The acts of the rest of the cast are all amusing in their own as as well, from Celestia's bemusement at her increasingly unlikely predicament, to Luna, "Luna", the guards and just about everyone else.

This is less an attempt to retell a classic than it is a story about a two sisters trying to reconnect with one another, and all the silliness that is involved in badly-planned pranks. It is a farce in the best tradition of the farce, written with love, and filled with pathos.

One of the most fun parts about Princess Luna is poking holes in her stern, placid demeanor. It's not an unfamiliar idea that Luna covers up insecurity by relying on her old vernacular and frightening appearance, and even the show has touched on that. This story takes the idea and cranks up the silliness, where Luna tries to frighten Celestia by pretending to be the actual Ghosts of Hearth's Warming Eve.

The results are predictable, but the presentation wasn't, allowing me to enjoy the story without rattling off the beats to myself. The interaction between Celestia and Luna, with Celestia's motherly indulgence and Luna's almost desperate sincerity, are heartwarmingly buoyant, keeping the story afloat. This really made me feel the keen appreciation the sisters have for each other, and I wish more authors wrote heartfelt stories like this.


"... The end!" chirped Red. "And plenty more where that came from!"

"I liked the part where there were stories!" Arch said, giving Red a thumbs up, which sent the entire plane into a barrel roll.

"We're all gonna die," Alex muttered, trying to keep a tight grip on the floor.

"Can't do that yet, new ponies in two weeks!" Red chortled, grabbing a stick and using it to shove the throttle forward. The entire plane shuddered from the acceleration.

"Whoop, another wave of hype incoming!" Arch cheered over the intercom as he angled the nose downward. "Everybody get your hands in the air!"

They did, and screamed a lot.


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Comments ( 9 )

Jeez, you guys make these stories sound like Jesus himself came down and wrote them for our reading pleasure. Why must you inflate my RiL so?

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Aren't you still one of them? If you wanted, you probably could load up your RL list with these stories way before they make it to a round.

Also worth pointing out that Jesus told parables, so he's got a crap-ton of short stories to his name. Considering that half of them are dated as fuck, they're alright I guess.

4100541 Because you love it. Run for the Roses is especially amazing.

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I am, and yes, I could. But collaboration is done mostly between whoever is working on the current round, unless they ask us others for leads. I'm also a supporter of no_spoilers_rarity.jpg, so more often than not I end up only seeing the final product of a round I'm not a part of.

What? No line to slap the hysterical passenger? No Reviewer haunting the wing? No in flight peanuts? What kind of flight is this?

Excellent assortment this round

Thank you for the kind words of The True Origin of Earth Ponies! It's nice to see my intended thrust was true.

Thank you for appreciating my story and what I was trying to achieve. I received a huge amount of help from my editors, so the role of Messiah isn't mine alone.

So that's why the story is getting so many bookshelf adds lately! Thanks for the mention.

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