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  • 4 weeks
    SA Reviews #109

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


    Matthew stood next to a metal door labeled “The Cool Room”. He had never seen this door before; not surprising since the Seattle’s Angels compound tended to lose and gain random rooms with astonishing frequency. He made a mental note to complain to the guys running the relativity lab to dial it back a bit.

    Pushing back those thoughts for later, Matthew grabbed hold of the handle to the door, turned, and pulled the door open. A rush of cold air blasted him, almost knocking him back. Matthew, now wishing he had brought a coat, braced himself and entered.

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  • 6 weeks
    SA Reviews #108

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


    Archonix strolled through the second floor hallway of the Seattle’s Angels Secret Underground Base and Treefort.  He licked his thumb as he leafed through a stack of papers, humming Winter Wrap Up in a most Scottish manner.  Without looking up from his work, he stopped and rapped his knuckles on Corejo’s bedroom door.

    “Hey, Core, you in there?  We need your reviews.”  No answer.  Archonix looked up at the dozens of Luna pictures taped haphazardly to the door.  ‘No Celestias allowed!’ read a small poster board stuck in the middle in glued macaroni and glitter.  The light of a computer monitor escaped through the crack beneath the door.  “Core?”

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  • 8 weeks
    SA Reviews #107

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


     
    Briefcase in hand, Chris nervously entered the room.  It was bare except for an imposing desk and a high-backed office chair, the latter with its back to him.  “Um, hello?  I’m here about the interview.  Ah, about becoming a Seattle’s Angels reviewer?”
     
    “So, you’re the new guy, eh?” The voice came from the chair.  Chris watched as it slowly swiveled to face him, revealing a diminutive rodent perched upon it.
     
    “Um, yeah, pleased to meet you.”  Chris held out his hand, a gesture met with an arched eyebrow.  “Right, squirrel, sorry.” He awkwardly brought it back to his side.  “So… you must be RedSquirrel, right?”  The rodent’s other eyebrow joined the first.  “Oh, uh, I guess that’s a silly question.”
     

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  • 10 weeks
    SA Reviews #106

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


    A lone figure wrapped in furs lay flat, exhausted, at the world’s jagged edge.

    She had done it. She had traversed numerous kingdoms and broken empires, fought immeasurable hordes, raised kings and humbled the proud, become a legend. She had seen things you people wouldn’t believe--attack ships off the shoulders of Orion, C-Beams glittering in the dark ‘round the Tannhauser Gate, the Walls of Morning and the Wailing Plains of Night. All these things, now so infinitesimally small with her final goal in sight. Just a few more stairs. Just… just a few more.

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  • 12 weeks
    SA Reviews #105

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


    Of the many things Scarlet Weather anticipated on seeing when she entered the Angels’ breakroom, seeing a beet red Intern splayed all over the couch, face down, wasn’t too far off from the ordinary. Extraordinary required extra-dimensional mirror portal travel, demon invasion, and Ferret shenanigans. And with the advances being done with Scarlet’s compact, the first one would soon be bumped down the list.

    So it was that Scarlet walked past Intern, opened the fridge, grabbed a fruit drink, and headed back towards the exit.

    “Aren’t you going to ask what happened?” Intern’s muffled voice called after her.

    “No. I can come up with a few things myself, thank you.”

    Intern somehow sank lower into the couch cushions. “You’re all so cruel…”

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  • 14 weeks
    SA Reviews #104

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


    Just inside the Seattle’s Angels prison compound, the new guy burst through Ferret’s bedroom door.

    “FERRET!” he yelled with a crazed look in his eye. “I just realized, we don’t have an introduction, let alone a conclusion!”

    “You know, Matthew, you aren’t technically the new guy anymore... we have Chris now.”

    “True... but still, what do we do for the intro?”

    “I don’t know, you should make something up. Just make sure it’s funny.”

    “But that’s the problem, Ferret. I’ve been thinking about it for a week and I’ve got nothing. Pretty soon, Scarlet over there is gonna start hounding me about deadlines.”

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  • 16 weeks
    SA Reviews #103

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


    Deep down in the confines of a cavern, the tink tink of a pickaxe echoed along the walls as dim lamplight lit up a long hall.

    TOM set the pickaxe down, grinning as he wiped the sweat off his brow. “Well? What do ya think? Do we dig deeper?”

    Archonix kneeled down, grabbing a small patch of soil from the ground. After a deep sniff, he shook his head. “Not close enough. We need to go deeper.”

    “Aw, seriously?! We’re like six feet under right now!”

    “Two. Two feet,” Arch corrected.

    “And we’d be four feet more if you grabbed another pickaxe.”

    “Less talking, more swinging!” Arch declared as he held up the lantern.

    TOM sighed, readied his hands, and held the pickaxe aloft.

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  • 18 weeks
    SA Reviews #102

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


    Deep in the Seattle's Angel's secret combination treehouse lair and sauna, Cynewulf finished placing the last touches on an elaborately painted miniature, blew on it gently, and set it down before making her way to take a long-awaited rest.

    It is predictably at this point that something in the distance exploded.

    "CYNE!"

    Scarlet burst into the room, a crazed look in her eyes. "Come with me if you want to live!"

    Cynewulf's eyes darted back and forth. "What is it? What's wrong?"

    "No time to explain! They're already upon us!" Grabbing her compatriot's hand, Scarlet dragged her deep into the bowels of the treehouse's safe room.

    One trip into the bowels of the lair later, Cyne collapsed beside Scarlet, breathing heavily. "What is it? Who's after us? Are we being bombed?"

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  • 21 weeks
    SA Reviews #100

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


    Wanderer D shuffled the key, but the lock would not relent. He could hear something going on inside but, no one was answering the door and his old key simply didn't work. He sighed. They had changed the lock again. And they didn't tell him. Again.

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  • 24 weeks
    SA Reviews #99

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


    “So how’s the married life treating you?”

    One of Red’s fuzzy ears twitch, his tail lashing back and forth. He didn’t answer Intern or even acknowledge his presence, instead keeping his face rooted towards his console monitor.

    Intern, seated at his own but much much smaller workstation, raised an eyebrow. “That bad, huh?”

    “I don’t wanna talk about it,” came Red’s terse reply.

    “Ah, okay.” Taking the hint, Intern returned to his work.

    For all of five seconds.

    “I hear Ferret’s been popping in and out of everyone’s screen chat lately, demanding they go write. I mean, literally poking her head out of the screen. Did she get bit by a radioactive twittermite or something?”

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Apr
5th
2017

Story Reviews » SA Reviews #101 · 7:26pm April 5th

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


Giving a long, satisfied sigh of a job well done, Intern powered down his workstation. For the last time.

“What are you doing?”

Intern started and whirled around, finding Corejo standing nearby with an eyebrow raised.

“What’s it look like I’m doing?” Intern reached down to pick up his work satchel and slung it over his shoulder. “This is it. We’re done. The Angels have reached one hundred and I’m heading home!” He gave a jaunty wave and turned for the exit.

“You do know there are numbers after one hundred, right?”

Corejo’s voice stopped Intern in his tracks. “What’s that suppose to mean?”

It took Corejo considerable effort not to facepalm. “Dude, we ain’t stopping the reviews just because we got to one hundred posts. We’re still needed to showcase the stories that deserve attention. That hasn’t changed and I don’t see it changing for a while yet.”

Intern gulped. “So what you’re saying is…”

“Yep. Overtime!”

ROUND 101


Tirek's free subscription to Better Lairs and Landscaping magazine nearly led to the end of Equestria as we know it.


There’s something to be said for absurdist humor in ponyfics. The nature of the cartoon our horse words are based off allows for much greater leeway in that absurdism, and Better Lairs and Landscaping is definitely one of those stories not afraid to make use of this.

From the get-go, we’re given a Tirek imprisoned in Tartarus. Old and enfeebled, he has become accustomed to, if loathsome of, his little prison in the underworld, until a chance magazine delivery for an Equestrialized Home and Garden finds itself delivered to his cage by a very particular muffin-loving pegasus.

Cabin fever being a thing, the humor of this story quickly finds its place through how this story parallels canon and the disparity of just what Tirek ends up planning to do with Equestria once he’s conquered it. The writing is tight and efficient where it needs to be, which helps deliver the one-two punches so prevalent in this fic, and there’s never a dull moment in Tirek’s head as he sets his devious plan in motion and beyond.

Lovers of silly, light-hearted comedy will thoroughly enjoy this one. Don’t hesitate to open that new tab.

Ever wonder if villains would be more interesting if they had a little extra… aesthetic within them?

The answer is HECK YEAH!

Tirek may be a little dull when it comes to motives, but put a landscaping magazine in his hands, and he’ll be rearranging deck chairs by the end of the day. That horizon filled with nothing but trees? Wiped out. Allies that talk nothing of plaid designs? Show ‘em what a properly placed shrubbery can do to liven up a path. The mighty centaur shows the ponies how it’s done, with proper lawn care products and a little application of fire.

After reading this, you’ll never view the season 4 finale the same way again. Nor should you (view the season 4 finale the same way, I mean. DEFINITELY read this!). Those tall mountains aren’t going to carve themselves into figures of authority, now are they?


The Monster of the Year contest is coming up, and Scootaloo has an entry sure to give Ponyvillians the scare of their lives: a murderous spirit from Zebra folklore.

Beyond known reality, something awakes, called by the speaking of its name. It draws closer, closer, to the little town at the forest's edge. When night falls, its reign of terror shall begin.


Good horror is hard to come by these days. So are good thrillers. I’ve been a fan of Horse Voice since I first read The Writing on the Wall way back when that was the biggest thing on fimfiction. Like TWotW, this story hits a wonderful balance between creeping horror and hesitant innocence. Though, I wouldn’t straight up call this one horror, per se, even though the story has the [Horror] tag, though I do firmly agree with the [Thriller] tag. This one will keep you on the seat of your pants.

It starts out innocent enough, the CMC doing their usual innocent thing that then, against all intentions, slowly turns not so innocent. But where this story follows the rails in its startup, the follow-through hits a nice stride in playing up the mystery and the general sense of unease so necessary to any horror story, all the way up to the first Big Thing that leaves you mashing that next chapter button.

I’m going to lay it out straight. I’m not a fan of horror or scary stories. Never have, probably never will. So before going into this one, I was concerned about the gore tag attached to it. For my sake, that tag didn’t live up to my darkest expectations, but the horror and thriller tags certainly do.

This story’s going to be hard to talk about since a lot of the suspense and build up of events depends on readers going in blind. Needless to say, it went in ways I didn’t suspect given the setup. And then went further.

Point being, fans of the unknown are going to enjoy this and fans of genuine dread are going to love it. Horror done right isn’t just about characters being scared or maimed to death. It’s about being presented circumstances that defy our world logic and having to face that which has the potential to do us harm. This story gets it right, so take a gander during a deep, dark night.


When Twilight and Celestia have an argument about the existence of leap years, there’s only one possible way to settle their differences: a race around the world!

With the full benefit of hindsight, there may have been other ways.


Read this story, read this story, read this story.

There’s so much to love about this one. From the word go, there’s simple yet beautiful language crammed into every nook and cranny of this story that will sweep you off your feet. Sentences flow together perfectly to string together one hell of a narrative built around the titular 81-day race around the world, incited by none other than Twilight Sparkle and Celestia having a bet over seemingly inane organizational details.

Leave it to Twilight to fuss over the fact that the solar calendar is ‘three-hundred-and-sixty-five days, five hours, forty-eight minutes, and forty-six seconds long,’ instead of a nice and simple 365 days. It’s a silly way to start such a wager, but this story knows what it is at its core, and that has little to do with silly ponies being silly about silly things.

This is a story about growing up. This is a story about how the world is always changing, and that things are not as simple and happy and easily organized into little boxes with shiny red ribbons as they ought to be.

This is a story full of love and heartache and the impossible decisions that come with responsibility in the face of the morally ambiguous. And though there is plenty of levity interspersed, the sobering weight of reality never forgets its place among the narrative, and through this, GaPJaxie hits home time and again.

To be honest, it almost disappoints me that we’re reviewing this story, because that means it met our requirements of sub-one-thousand views. This story is so undeserving of that paltry viewcount. It should be criminal for a story as good as this to have so little views.

Were it available, I would pay money for a hardcopy of this story.

I went into this story expecting a silly romp of FiM characters going from place to place and getting into ridiculous adventures.

I did not expect this to turn into an allegory for the beginnings of freakin’ World War I. AKA, the Great War.

Okay, full disclosure, I’ve never read Around the World in 80 Days, the novel this story takes the name from. For all I know, the events that transpire here would be a well known fact for anybody familiar with the original. However, this isn’t a review of that story, but a story about ponies (and one dragon) and how the world they know is changing around them.

I’ve read some of the author’s works before and GaPJaxie is great for creating complex emotions within the characters and the readers alike. His stories, whether you like them or not, will provoke some type of response that often leads to thoughtful discussions. This story is no different and I felt worn out (in a good way) after having binged read this thing to get the review out. Some advice, you may want to parcel this fic out a little just so you can take time to digest what’s going on.

Some lovely work with Spike here. He definately goes through a tough time trying to get Twilight to her next destination while also sitting down to have a chat with a person living in the middle of all the turmoil. You get the perspective of the other side, and whether you agree with them or not, the work tries its best to show that there are always two sides to every story.

There are also very cute and emotional scenes with Spike and Twilight interspersed throughout and each time I want to reach in and hug them both and tell them it will be all right.

There are negatives, however. To make this story work, the world outside Equestria is colored by all the political, social, and economical complications found in our world. In other words, very removed from what we’ve seen so far in the show. However, Twilight still acts like she just stepped out of the show and is shocked by the actions others take and why they don’t listen to reason. Frienship is only magic in Equestria, apparently. It makes her come off as rather naive and out of touch, which is the point of her trip, I suppose, but it’s still kinda jarring.

Still, I don’t regret reading this and recommend it to anyone that enjoys seeing ponies being taken out of their element.


Bon Bon spent her time at the Ponyville Pet Center fundraiser having fun with a seal. This is their story.


Another absurdist story for you all today. As the silly, one-note stories of this fandom tend to be, the title speaks for itself.

The first and foremost factor here, which may or may not sell this story to you wholesale, is the premise it’s based around: Bon Bon is legally blind. Like, Velma blind (God, I miss the classic cartoons). Nothing corrective lenses can’t solve, but sometimes your contact lenses can go the way of the dryer sock, and when that happens Celestia help you. And this happening just before the big Ponytones animal fundraiser, things can get out of hoof if you don’t plan accordingly.

Fortunately for Bon Bon, things go exactly according to plan. Or, at least, she thinks it does. This is where the seal comes in.

It may be a one-joke story, but there’s plenty of variety to that singular joke that keeps things fresh and the humor flowing.

Let’s bookend this post with another silly story, but one that’s cute so it gets away with it.

It’s the night of the Ponyville Pet Center fundraiser and Bon Bon has a bit of a problem. She’s lost her contact lenses and can only make out vague colored shapes. So of course shenanigans ensue involving etches, fainting mares, and a seal. The ending ties it all up in an adorable manner and I’m left all warm and fuzzy.

If you don’t take this too seriously, you’ll get a lot of fun out of it. Ponies may be all friendship and rainbows, but they are also good at being funny and cute, which this story pulls off well. Check it out!


Intern slumped back in his chair, giving a long, exasperated sigh. “There. Done.”

“Yeah, nothing like burning the ol’ oil. Haven’t done that in a while.” Corejo looked over at Intern, noticing the burnt out expression. “Hey, maybe it would be a good idea for you to take some time off.”

“Uh, am I allowed to do that?”

Corejo shrugged. “Dunno. But, eh, you’ve put in a lot of work the past few months. Couldn’t hurt to ask. I’ll even put in a good word for ya.”

“Thanks.” Intern hauled himself out of his chair, stretching as he went. “I think I might do that. Go someplace that’s warm. Kick back, have few drinks.”

“Sounds good,” Corejo said. He waved as Intern headed towards Plum’s office. “See ya when you get back!”


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Comments ( 12 )

Look like good selection of stories

Whoooo! I'm going on vacation!

Oh, hey! I wasn't expecting this! Thanks for the review!

At the time I called it my RainbowBob story, my story with a silly premise that played it up. It didn't end up really getting a whole lot of eyeballs, but I enjoyed writing it and I still like to think that it is funny.

I'm glad you folks enjoyed it; I hope other people do as well!

You'd think I would have learned from this story getting relatively few views that a fake magazine or newspaper cover didn't get eyeballs on the story, but I resisted learning any such lesson from this.

I think the real moral of the story is that the only people who read Better Homes and Gardens are prisoners and my mom.

I'll have to check out the other stories; they've been on my "read later" lists for some time. Time to bump them up, I guess!

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I've read the 2nd and 3rd fic, and they're both great. :D

I haven't read the first nor the third, but I am about half-way through the second.

Gotta make more time to read fanfiction.

Dammit.

Ahem.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

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To be honest, it almost disappoints me that we’re reviewing this story, because that means it met our requirements of sub-one-thousand views. This story is so undeserving of that paltry viewcount. It should be criminal for a story as good as this to have so little views.

The views don't come as easy as they did in the golden age of the fandom. Or maybe my haitus was so long most of my followers died. Either way, this review really made my day. Thank you! :twilightsmile:

Were it available, I would pay money for a hardcopy of this story.

THIS IS THE GREATEST COMPLIMENT A WRITER CAN RECEIVE.

Thank you so much, guys! It really is great that you've kept this feature going. It's great that a popular flop can still have a shot at critical recognition.

This comes at a good time, since I've needed some encouragement lately. I want to get back to writing, but I've been afraid everything will flop from now on. Perhaps it's time to throw caution to the wind...

How do I get these posts removed from my feed?

4485681 stop that. You're not real.

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Undead are real people, too!

Oh my gods, Around The World In 81 Days is so good you guys. I literally nominated it for a Hugo Award on my ballot this year.

To be honest, it almost disappoints me that we’re reviewing this story, because that means it met our requirements of sub-one-thousand views. This story is so undeserving of that paltry viewcount. It should be criminal for a story as good as this to have so little views.

So many times this.

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