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    SA Reviews #122

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

    Paul paced about the thing laughably referred to as his office. He could get about four steps down before having to make a turn, and that’s assuming his line of motion was just right. He glanced at his clock, grumbled some phrase unfit for the world wide web, and continued his pacing.

    “Hey, Paul!” The door swung open. Since this was the smallest office in the history of offices, that resulted in the door smacking Paul in the face. With a hand over his bleeding nose, he turned his glare upon the visitor, one Novel-Idea.

    “You were supposed to be here hours ago.” Except it came out something like “Ou er spsed here hrgo” due to the current state of his nose.

    Novel shrugged. “Blame T.O.M. We gonna do those reviews or what?”

    Paul stared incredulously. “Ou evn’t dn urrs?”

    “Not yet, nope.”

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  • 3 weeks
    SA Reviews #121

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

    The room was lit by faint orange candlelight, barely enough to see by, but the sole occupant didn’t mind. In fact, he prefered the dim glow as it added to the mystique and allure of his persona. Words and phrases came to him more easily in this atmosphere, not to mention that it had a soothing effect on his mind. Everything in place, Ebon Quill raised the quill that was his namesake and dipped it into an inkwell. He held the quill to a piece of parchment, hands poised to write the first word.

    The door to his room burst open and a bright light flicked on.

    “Ack!” Ebon Quill’s first word became a jagged line across the paper. Fuming, he scrunched up the ruined parchment into a wad and tossed it into a nearby waste bin.

    “Jeez, man, how do you even see?” Intern asked as he crossed the room where Ebon Quill sat.

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  • 5 weeks
    SA Reviews #120

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

    “So, uh, Paul?”

    “Yeah, Matthew?”

    “Why are you in my office?” Matthew shook his head. “Better yet, why are you hanging from the ceiling in my office?”

    “Oh, you know,” Paul started, “I don’t have anyone else to hang out with.”

    Matthew raised his right eyebrow. “Really?” he asked. “Puns?”

    “Not quite. There’s a method to my acting.”

    “Oh? Care to share?” Matthew asked.

    “Eh, not really,” Paul replied. “I’m putting these in at the perfect times. It’s all in the setupl, ya know?”


    “I was also sent by Ferret to wait for you to finish coming home. We got reviews to do.”

    Matthew sighed “Ugh, fine. What d’ya got?”

    ROUND 120

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  • 7 weeks
    SA Reviews #119

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

    “So it’s us two this time, huh?”


    “Amazing how much we can get done, even with our compound getting destroyed.”

    “Sure is.”

    “This is what, the third time?”

    “Dunno. Lost count.”

    “Think we’ll make it in time?”

    “It’s gonna be close, that’s for sure.”

    “How much further?”

    “Just a little more… there!”

    Corejo stepped back and admired his work. A giant bronze sculpture of Seattle stood tall against the sky as Intern nudged it into place with a swarm of remote controlled drones. The statue sat in place in front of the compound entrance, an opened book resting in the crook of its arm and a pen held high in the other.

    Dusting off his hands, even though he did none of the work, Corejo turned to Intern with a nod. “Great. Now that that’s done, back to the reviews.”

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  • 9 weeks
    SA Reviews #118

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

    “Hey, Matthew, watcha doin?” asked Chris, walking into their shared broom closet office.

    “Oh, not much. Just hiding from Fer… you know who.” Matthew shivered as he spoke.

    “What’d you do this time?” Chris asked.

    “I forgot to clean the bathroom.”

    “Ooh, Class five offense. Yikes.”

    Matthew nodded. “Anyway, what do you need from here?”

    “Me? Oh, I just got assigned to do reviews with you as punishment.”

    Matthew raised an eyebrow. “Your punishment or mine?”

    “Both,” Chris said, putting a stack of papers on the table. “I cut off Arch’s beard.”

    ROUND #118

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  • 13 weeks
    SA Reviews #116

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

    Sitting on a rock surrounded by debris, Intern typed away furiously on a laptop lying on his lap. Being so engrossed in his work, he failed to see a figure march up to him. The figure cleared his throat, but didn’t get a response. Next, the figure lightly tapped Intern on the shoulder but still didn’t get a reaction.

    The figure finally settled on slapping Intern on the back of his head.

    “Hey!” Intern squawked indignantly. “I’m trying to work here.” Looking up, he found a man he didn’t recognize staring impatiently down at him. The man was dressed in a finely pressed suit and carried a briefcase. “Can I help you?”

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  • 15 weeks
    SA Reviews #115

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

    Corejo stepped into Ferret’s office, hands clasping a manila folder behind his back.  “You wanted to see me?”

    Ferret sat at her desk beneath the light of a single overhead lamp.  She wore a see-through green visor and worked hell on a roller-print calculator.  The chu-chug of the calculator filled the air as it spit out what were probably forged tax return numbers.  Hard times were upon us now that the movie sucked away most of our reader base.

    She rolled her stogie from one side of her mouth to the other.  She didn’t bother looking up.  “Your reviews.  Don’t forget, I need them by tomorrow.”

    “You called me down here to remind me to do my reviews on time?”  Corejo smirked, taking slow, meaningful strides toward her desk.  He flopped a manila folder on her desk.

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  • 17 weeks
    SA Reviews #114

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

    Intern burst open a door, startling the Angels gathered inside sitting next to a poker table, and causing many to drop their cards.

    “Hey, I was about to win that hand!” Cynewulf yelled.

    Intern ignored her. He cast a quick glance over their confused and concerned faces, scowled, then slammed the door shut. He stomped towards the next door and threw it open much the same way he did the first. Long past the point of caring, Intern once again looked over everybody inside the room. At last, sitting towards the back in a darkened corner, he found his target.

    Waltzing in and brushing past anyone in his way, Intern loomed over the figure that was furiously scribbling away on a piece of paper.

    Intern reached over and flicked the on switch for the light.

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  • 19 weeks
    SA Reviews #113

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

    "What's that in your mouth?"

    "It's a pipe," said Cyne, and jabbed the briary thing at Archonix from her comfortable chair by the fire, that flickered low and dark, and smoked more than a thoughtful philosopher at three in the morning when the rain is scattering drops in careful patterns across dust-rimed windows.

    Archonix raised his eyebrows. "And it comes with all that prose for free, does it?"

    Cyne clomped her teeth around the pipe and glared at Archonix. "You smoke one as well, you donkey."

    "Only when I'm trying to write reviews," said Archonix. "And that's discrimination that is."

    Cyne didn't answer, preferring to stare into the fire and to think long thoughts, something entirely alien to Archonix on the best of days. They sighed in unison.

    ROUND 113

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  • 21 weeks
    SA Reviews #112

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

    The low-lying fog obscured the two ponies’ hooves as they tramped through the ancient graveyard. Luna’s moon hung in the early autumn air, burning a sickly yellow.

    “I hate graveyards, Ferret,” Intern said as he tightened his rucksack. He spluttered as he walked through a dangling cobweb.

    Ferret chuckled, and hopped over some brambles. “Watch where you step, you never know when—”

    There was a click underhoof, and a grasping griffon claw burst from the loam beneath the pair. Intern leapt back, cursing. Ferret laughed, and plucked the padded foam prop from its spring.

    “Why are we even here, Ferret? That new kid, Novel-whoever, is pretty good. This is a waste of our time.”

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Story Reviews » SA Reviews #104 · 10:37pm May 12th, 2017

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.”

“What about Arch? We could shanghai him into doing it.”

“I tried... he was too busy stroking his beard, drawing a picture of TOM and Derpy snuggling while cackling like a first-rate shipper, and drinking Griffonian Ale.”

“That’s oddly specific.”

“Yeah, I think I need brain-bleach. Any idea where I could get some?”

“Storeroom 17, where we also keep supplies for fixing doors...and don’t forget we still need to do the reviews to go with the intro!” She calls after him, waving a sheaf of messy papers.”


An old stallion is tasked by a mysterious god with keeping the fire burning in an old lighthouse. He guides the way for the ponies of Equestria's past, present, and future, both teaching and learning the simplest truths of life in the process.

This is one of the first stories I read on this site, and it’s one of the ones that made me get an account. And it is an absolute shame it has few enough views to be featured here.

With it’s 12k words, it contains a lot. And I mean a lot. It’s the kind of fic where if you actually read instead of skimming it, you will (probably) love it.

It’s set in the time period of the entirety of Equestria’s existence. And throughout all of that time, there is a stallion charged with keeping a flame burning. Hence, the title. Anyway, it becomes his job to guide those in need of him. It does a great job of showing how he helps others, and how, in turn, the others affect him. I just about burst into full-blown sobs when a certain character left him.

My only real complaint is the ending, where it feels a little out of theme. But it’s not actually that bad.

So, yeah, get out there and read this thing.

Some stories are written around mysteries. Whether it’s a mystery that can be solved by clever deduction of the readers, or whether it must be solved by the characters or whether it’s simply that the mystery is never solved at all can vary. This is a story of the third type.

It opens with a mysterious figure tasking another to keep a fire alight. To follow the duties of a lighthouse keeper. To ensure the flame always burns bright, and to provide shelter and succour for all who need it. No matter where or when they come from.

And that is our entry to a very intriguing and well written story. It has beautiful flow and cadence to the word choices and it’s very intriguing. I found myself falling in love with the protagonist and his struggles and triumphs as he helps others with their own troubles and discovers his purpose and reason for being there.

The characters he meets and helps are all wonderfully crafted and truly come alive on the page. From their highs and lows, I found myself wanting to encourage and comfort them, just as our protagonist does.

I won’t deny the final section made me tear up at it, but it fits beautifully with the narrative. I won’t spoil things, but this is definitely worth taking a chance on.

Sometimes it is not the spoken word that allows one to be heard.

While this one may be short, it does not lack for content. It’s hard to write characters with disabilities, most of the time, you get “this pony has overcome his/her disabilities so well, we should all feel inspired by them,” or “this pony is so helpless.” With this one, we get a nice balance. It mentions the disability, but doesn’t try to make it this big thing. It just simply is.

Despite the fact that the narrator has a disability, and the users reading this may not, it is a very relatable story. Everypony I know, and me, has struggled with finding their place in the world.

It can be a little confusing as to what’s going on at first, but it will all make sense at the end. Now go and read it

Writing characters with disabilities, physical or otherwise, is a tricky tightrope to manage. Too far one way and you’re making them overly capable. Too far the other way and they’re martyrs for how they cope with such helplessness.

This story manages to skirt the issue nicely by giving the character a way to speak that doesn’t aggressively fixate on their disability. While the story acknowledges the disability, the focus is not on ‘Oh how sad’ or ‘Oh how brave’ It simply is what it is.

Even though the narrator has such a disability, it’s a very relatable story. Everyone has struggled growing up to find their place and figure out their passions and this feels very natural and familiar.

It’s beautifully written and feels very gentle and flowing as well. I felt as though I was really standing there reading a letter and hearing a voice in my head.

I really recommend anyone check out this story and find yourself remembering your struggles and triumphs.

Twilight discovers that the winter solstice and the new moon are happening at the same time. Exactly the same time.
With the magic of Equestria in danger, Twilight must hurry to Canterlot and save the princesses from... well... Something. Probably.

I’m not really sure what this is. It’s like, a mystery comedy. Maybe? It might just be an adventure fic.

Anyway, Twilight discovers that the New Moon and Winter Solstice are happening at the same time. And something is bound to go wrong. So, Twilight sets out to stop whatever disaster is most certainly inbound.

This one’s real strength comes through subtlety, and I will admit it took a few reads for me to figure it out. It gives us a somewhat-mystery to solve by analyzing the characters. So really pay attention while reading it. Your sanity could depend on this. Don’t blink. Don’t even blink. Blink and you miss out. It’s subtle. Subtler than you can believe. Don’t turn your back. Don’t look away. And don’t blink.

Good luck.

This is a mystery story of a different type than the previous story. This one falls into the category of a mystery for the reader to solve. Potentially. Actually, it’s not certain.

Twilight has discovered an intriguing co-incidence is about to occur. One that will have huge repercussions for a critical period of time. Nobody else has noticed of course. Thus it will be up to her to solve it! No matter how much others downplay or dissemble, she will not be dissuaded!

I love this story for it’s subtlety. It makes some incredible characters for us to interact with and gives them a very intriguing puzzle to solve. But only Twilight seems prepared to solve it, as usual. It’s reminiscent of the very first introduction we had to our favourite purple pony.

At the same time, it has some big changes as well. It really does show the way Twilight has grown and changed from her first big discovery and the ways she reacts and handles things really show it. She isn’t inclined to go solo and assume no one else can aid her. She reaches out to gain assistance from others, and even if their help isn’t exactly what she wants, she keeps persevering. Determined to save everything no matter what.

How she copes with the results is a very humanizing moment. It allows us to see her frailties, her fears and vulnerabilities. It reminds us that she is after all, just a pony and that sometimes she has trouble slowing down to listen.

I really think this is intriguing and if you’d like to spot the mystery yourself, I suggest ignoring the comments.

The Spirit Pony is responsible for the End of All That Ever Was. It has always been so. This particular End looks like being a straightforward one – until a certain pink pony intervenes to prevent it happening. Pinkie has a very, very good reason for stopping the Spirit, too...

This is a short, meaningful story about the end of the world. Pinkie has Pinkie-Promised to exist until she makes everypony laugh, and that includes the Spirit Pony.

It goes beyond Pinkie’s typical fourth-wall breaking, beyond the usual meta of Sunbutt and Lulu at the end of time, it’s a representation of the importance of promises. Promises are extremely important, and are too often forgotten. The power of a promise can plunge an entire universe into chaos, or bring a world out of one. And this is most likely why Pinkie takes hers so seriously.

I normally don’t like Pinkie Pie fics, the authors make her too silly, or too random, or stupid instead of giving her a meaningful character. But not Loganberry. Loganberry over here, he showed the side of Pinkie that always remembers because everypony is important to her. It Doesn’t Matter Now was able to take my fourth favorite of the main six, and make me feel for her.

And that is why I can safely say: drop everything, and spend at least 15 minutes on this fic. Look beyond the silliness, and beyond the randomness, and see the power of faithfulness.

This is a simple and sweet piece and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Promises can be very powerful things. They can be as simply as a promise to meet again someday by friends. Fleeting and never expected to be fulfilled. They can be between best friends who know they’ll be together forever, no matter what. They can be a statement of vengeance whether in jest or flat seriousness, that two shall meet again and things shall go differently.

We’ve become well aware of promises in our time with our favourite pastel ponies. We make them ourselves and know that the threat, whether real, or pretend, will keep us honest and make sure we follow through. This is a story about that kind of promise.

It’s a classic Loganberry piece, a story bordering on being a simply scene unconnected from anything else and thus not a story, but it has just enough to keep it whole and cohesive. It keeps itself steady even when everything else is floating around it.

Getting to see a different side of Pinkie can be tricky to pull off. Too serious or too macabre and she stops being herself and becomes a cheap facsimile of the one we love. This Pinkie is herself through and through. By turns serious and silly, she shows that there will always be someone who remembers.

“Okay, so I’m reading a book when you walk into the room with a stack of papers and tell me to write some reviews, right?” Matthew asks, writing stuff down in a notebook as he goes.

“There has to be some more to it than that, but yeah,” Ferret answers.

“What if I complain about why it has to be me?”

“That could work, I suppose. But who would you say it should be?”

“I don’t know, Corejo?”

“Sounds like it could be a good introduction,” Ferret said, nodding her head.

“So, should we do it?”

“That’s up to you, I don’t write these things.”

He stroked his chin in thought. “I guess I can make it work.”

“Just make sure it gets done on time!” Scarlet yelled from across the hall.

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Comments ( 7 )

I blame Chris.

You spelled Pav wrong.

Talking vehicles that fight crime are making a comeback into popularity. Obviously there is the classic talking car, and I do recall a talking boat, but what kind do the Angels drive?

Ah, I wondered where those extra views had come from! Thank you very much! :pinkiehappy: Both of you are very generous in your assessments, so thank you for that too. I don't really agree that a single scene can't be a story, but that's by the by. I'm particularly pleased that you thought I did a good job with Pinkie's character. As you say, she's very easy to get wrong -- and I've certainly not always got her spot on -- but this particular fic is, I think, the Pinkie-est I've ever managed. :pinkiehappy:

Is geeking out appropriate here?

Don't mind me. I think I'm going to geek out.

Stories are great! I also love writing :) Stories with deeper emotional and psychological themes that you don't typically see in other types of stories. There's so much variety that it's easy to find something in writing with

Very nice short stories. If you need help to published a book bestwritingadvisor can help you. Create more stories for your readers :) :) this is a good start.

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