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  • 1 week
    SA Reviews: Round 141

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


    Matthew would have jumped at his door slamming open, but big bangs were practically an hourly occurrence at the SA compound. He looked up to find PaulAsaran in his door. The man’s eye was twitching and his sweating was not what someone might call pleasant. He’d only ever seen Paul like this when they were late, which they clearly were not.

    Matthew ventured to ask, “Is there a problem?”

    “I’m reading a bunch of big stories all at once.” Paul’s twitching was starting to alternate from eye to eye. “I haven’t written a review in over a week. Please tell me the next SA blog has an opening.”

    Matthew smiled in relief and raised a collection of papers. “Why, yes! I have the stories right—” Paul snatched the papers from his hand, sat down on the floor, and began pouring over the material. Literally. “—here?”

    ROUND 141

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  • 4 weeks
    SA Reviews: Round 140

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


    PaulAsaran sat in his office, Intern seated across from him. A stack of completed review papers lay between them on Paul’s desk. The two stared at the pile as though expecting it to get up and walk on its own at any moment.

    Given the things the two had already experienced working for the Angels, that possibility wasn’t being ruled out.

    “So… we going to just sit here and wait until it’s time to hand these in?”

    Paul flicked his gaze briefly from the reviews to Intern, then right back again. “If that’s what it takes.”

    Groaning and pinching his nose, Intern said, “You know, we could be doing anything else. Hang gliding, playing games, getting outside, explore the terminal. Not all review posts are eventful.”

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  • 5 weeks
    SA Reviews: Round 139

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


    Cyne swallowed nervously as the nurse talked on.


    She hated needles, but it was just one of the many hoops one jumped through in staying healthy. Besides, the place felt so calm, and finding a clinic in the non-euclidian sacred geometry of the vast SA compound had been so difficult and taken so long--

    Wait.


    How had she found this place? Where was this? When did she arrive?


    Before any questions or further insight into the baffling nature of the endless labyrinths the Seattle’s Angel’s inhabit could be answered, Chris burst through the wall.


    “Come with me if you want to live!” he bellowed at a sputtering Cyne.


    “Wait, what?”

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  • 8 weeks
    SA Reviews Round 138

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


    “Here’s the cafeteria, there’s the offices, down there’s the jet propulsion lab—”

    “Question!”

    Intern jerked from the sudden squeak coming from the light green pegasus pony standing next to him. “Yeah?”

    “Why do you have a jet propulsion lab?”

    Intern stared at the newest member of the Angels, Heartshine, as though unable to process the question. “Why wouldn’t we have a jet propulsion lab?”

    Heartshine giggled. “Good point. Carry on!”

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  • 10 weeks
    Seattle's Angels Round 137

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


    “Um… watcha doing?” asked Matthew. “And why am I tied to a chair?”

    Archonix looked at him and smiled. “Don’t you get it? It’s a conspiracy! All of it!”

    “Uhh… ok. Mind explaining?”

    “You don’t believe me do you?” Arch screamed at the ceiling. “They’ve already gotten to you! It’s too late, I’m the only one left.”

    “Yeah, ok…” Matthew looked around the room. “Mind having a breakdown later? We gotta get some reviews done…”

    ROUND 137

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  • 12 weeks
    Seattle's Angels Round 136

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


    Matthew poked his head into Cynewulf’s room. “Hey, you guys done yet? You and Corejo are late.”

    “Yeah, we know,” Cynewulf said over her shoulder. She and Corejo sat hunched over some metal contraption beside Cyne’s couch. Whatever it was, there was a “DANGER: FLAMMABLE” sign on it, and a pair of tubes ran to what looked like giant vacuum cleaners on their backs.

    “Wwwwhat are you guys doing?” Matt took a tentative step back.

    Cynewulf and Corejo gave him big grins and snapped down welding visors in unison.

    “Science!” they said.

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  • 15 weeks
    Seattle's Angels Round 135

    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.

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  • 17 weeks
    SA Round 134

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


    Matthew trotted around the compound, very very lost. He was looking for a specific room, Room 4476. There was no 4476. There was Room 4475, a stairway to Tartarus, and then Room 4477.

    This was an issue. Room 4476 was where he had to turn in reviews. Where if he didn’t… well, he didn’t even want to think about that outcome.

    It was at this moment that Cynewulf came around the corner. And when Matthew decided to stop poorly narrating everything, and swap into dialogue.


    “Hey, hey Cyne!” he shouted to her.

    “Yeah? What’s up?” she asked.

    “Any idea where Room 4476 is?”

    “Uhh… yeah. It’s eight floors down. Didn’t you pay attention to the directions?”

    “Well… no… but I thought I could just follow the numbering!” Matthew cried.

    “Well, you better get down there. And soon. Ferret looks about ready to start choppin’ heads.”

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  • 19 weeks
    SA Round 133

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


    The sound of Intern’s dragging feet echoed in the empty hallways of the Seattle’s Angels campus. Why PaulAsaran asked for his office to be in the most remote part of the compound was anyone’s guess. After nearly an hour of scouring rooms, he finally came upon one that looked promising, if only because of the glow under the door. He would finally get the help he needed. Reviewing for SA two sessions in a row was nothing short of brutal, but Red had been positive Paul could back him up.

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  • 21 weeks
    SA Reviews #132

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


    The Seattle’s Angels found themselves crowded in a classroom, each sitting at a desk with a pencil and notebook set on top. At the head of the class, standing on top of a teacher’s desk with a ruler in paw, was Ferret.

    Matthew looked around, then raised his hand. “Didn’t we do this plot thread a few weeks ago?”

    Ferret’s stare bored into him, making him shrink back. “This is different. It seems that even after years of experience, some of you are still getting reviews in late. A week late!”

    “I don’t think I’ve ever been late,” Intern piped in.

    Ferret stomped on a switch. A wooden hammer fell on Intern’s head. He slumped over his desk, a red welt forming where the hammer had landed.

    “Anyone else have something cute they want to say?” Ferret gazed over the crowd as if daring anyone to talk back.

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Nov
4th
2017

Story Reviews » SA Reviews #115 · 2:19am Nov 4th, 2017

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.

The chu-chug stopped as Ferret looked at it in surprise, then at him.

“It just so happens I got mine done a day early,” he said, his smirk turning to a grin that had a snowball’s chance in hell of charming a dead rat.  Probably less.  Definitely less.

“You… You what!?”  She shook her head, put her adorable, little paws up to her head.  “No.  This can’t be.  This can’t happen.”

Corejo frowned.  “What, so the one time I actually get my reviews in on time you don’t appreciate it?  What about Cyne?”

Ferret leapt onto his chest and gripped him by the collar.  “No, you don’t understand.  You’re never on time with your reviews.  You can’t be on time with your—”

The Seattle’s Angels Secret Underground Base and Tree Fort rumbled, startling them both to the floor.

“What in Equestria was that?” Corejo said.

“The Prophecy!”  She stared at Corejo, fear in her eyes. “What have you unleashed!?”

The earth heaved beneath them, and all went dark.

ROUND 113  (I think? Where’s Phazon when you need him?)


Even in our darkest moments, the stars shine coldly down – distant and remote, but bright in the blackness. Refuse them, shut them out, and they remain. Let them in, and they may convince you of the warmth in their embrace.

This is not a story about stars.

This is a story about people and ponies, and what they visit on each other in moments of darkness.


I like stories that lean heavily on implication.  They force you to read and read into the words on the page.  They force you to pay attention to what isn’t stated more than what is.

I will say that the subject matter is rather heavy for those unprepared, but this is a quick oneshot you shouldn’t pass up.

AShadowofCygnus shows her’s capable of this style of writing.  Cold Light is indeed not a story about stars, as the synopsis indicates.  (It’s hardly even about ponies, but that’s beside the point.)  It is a story about a girl coming home late at night to a cold and lonely apartment, and we don’t quite know how or why she ended up in her present situation.

A sharp, pointed, bare-minimum narrative drives home the defensive, paranoid thought processes of this girl in the wake of a slowly unfolding mystery (a mystery to us, not her.  Mostly, anyway).  The dialogue feels disjointed in that uncanny way only someone in the girl’s situation could make feel natural, and the story is all the more immersive for it.

It’s a story of grasping at and failing to grasp the evils of the world, of coming to terms with their existence and coping in light of them.  It’s a story about moving forward despite what these evils can do to you.

And that is a lesson we all need to hear every once in awhile.

I’d like to start this review with a slight warning. This story contains some heavy stuff. In the interest of preserving the integrity of the tale, I won’t tell you unless you ask me directly, but I will give you a heads up that this is kind of heavy.

What is bent cannot be straightened, and what is missing cannot be counted. That’s from Ecclesiastes, if you’re curious. I’ve thought about it a lot. I’ve also thought about another bit--”The body that is sown is perishable, it is raised imperishable; it is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness, it is raised in power;  it is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body.” The idea of time and suffering and the interaction of one with another is a supernal and abiding mystery. How do we move on from things? Not just the awful or the ecstatic, but from anything? How does the world move on? The Mystery of that comes after takes on a lot of forms. It inspired us to dream of life beyond the veil of death. It sent our hearts out into the stars, for what happens after Earth. And sometimes it haunts us after we have been robbed of the peace and hope we held dear, like a mocking albatross. (But what if there were a way, it says, that the thing spoilt and broken might live again?)


This story hit really, really hard for me. I actually did a blog about this subject, and I’m glad to say I got this story on my slate. This is how you write something both sensitive and inhuman. This is how you do it. This is how you communicate the spiritual and physical horror of one of the most vile things that a human can do.


This is also how you communicate that time heals all wounds in a way that does not at all condescend. It is true that time scars over every open wound, but Cygnus has made the correct choice to not pretend that this process is easy, or swift, or that it happens evenly.


Rarity and Sunset are having their third weekly Dappled Shores marathon.

And then Sunset ruins everything.


Eww, a Sunset Shimmer shipping story?  Gross.  Why did I agree to this again?

Oh yea.  Because it’s good.

It’s a hilarious, feel-good story centered around Sunset and Rarity’s weekly date night, where the two binge watch their new favorite tv show Dappled Shores, for which the story is titled.  Like all shows available on Netflix, or whatever internet streaming service you might use, the temptation to binge watch without those you promised to binge watch with is ever present, and Sunset is no stranger to the siren’s call.

She goofs, and the entire story is her trying to make it up to Rarity.  Naturally, she goofs that too.

This is a solid roller coaster of laughs, in large part due to the witty dialogue from their friends and the after-the-fact style the narrative takes.  It lets each joke flow one into the next, and the sentimental parts play effective bookends to the whole fiasco.

This one’s thoroughly worth your while.

MaxKodan, how is matcha? I’ve always wanted to try it ever since I read about it in a big book with lots of pictures as a kid.


Anyhow. We’ve all done something dumb that was minor but ended up blowing up in our faces. A lot of us have watched ahead on a show when we shouldn’t have or ate the last of the ice cream our roommate had been saving or forgotten to clean the litterbox before leaving town for the weekend. Life is kind of messy, y’all, and the more people you live in proximity with the messier it tends to get. If this story is about anything, it’s about the ridiculous ways in which we navigate the tiny yet huge difficulties of being in close quarters with others.


If I have one problem here, it’s Rarity. I truly wish there could have been a bit more of her in this story. But Sunset’s antics are very in character and it’s a kind of refreshing look at how she might act that I thoroughly enjoyed.


For four years, Sunset Shimmer has carried a torch for Miss Cheerilee, and for four years, she's struggled to look at her without thinking of the one who got away.


What’s this?  Another Sunset Shipping story?  I swear, you ponies are turning me into one of you dastardly shipping monsters.  This is heresy, I say!

But for realsies, these are some prime pony stories plucked from the recent-ish Sunset Shipping Contest.

...But It often Rhymes is on the other end of the spectrum from Dappled Shores.  Where Dappled Shores chose the light-hearted, whimsical, funny route, Rhymes chose the dramatic, tension filled one.

This is a story of Sunset Shimmer in two parts: the first in flashbacks to her teenage years during a whirlwind romance with Cheerilee, and to the present day on the eve of graduation.  It centers around Sunset’s relationships with both the pony Cheerilee and the human Cheerilee, and how she struggles with the conflicting feelings this causes.

I gotta say, Posh has a gift for writing this sort of thing.  There’s a reason this won first place in the contest.

So, I teach High School English. For now, anyhow. You try surviving in downtown Jackson with no back up and a room full of hellchildren.


But this made reading this both strange and delightful. First off, we have a back and forth--this story plays the dual nature of Sunset Shimmer’s experience for every single bit that its worth and I love that. I love when people can use that to their advantage, can really not just look at “oh wow being a human is different!” but really explore what it means to be in a mirror image of your own world. What would that be like? Yes, but more than that--imagine having a second chance with everyone you know. Or imagine being forced to experience everyone you know without any f the things you love about them or the connections you have.


Imagine that. That feeling you get when you imagine it? That’s this story. This is a wild ride, and I can’t recommend it enough. Sunset’s inner turmoil is just a delight.


When Trixie and Starlight find the friendship map after Trixie misplaced it with her wayward teleportation spell, the two discover a horrible mistake that will haunt them for the rest of their lives. After all, there's a reason most ponies don't teleport big things around on a whim.

Good thing Starlight has a plan and the know how that can take care of the whole problem.


"We are going to take these bodies, bury them behind the friendship castle, and hope Twilight never gets a dog."

This line is about 100-200 words into the story, and I was already crying laughing.

So if that quote didn’t make it apparent, this is a crackfic starring Trixie and Starlight, immediately following the events of the All Bottled Up episode.  Except, you know, in this alternate version the table landed on some unfortunate ponies, and Starlight, not wanting to go back to prison, acts perfectly in character.  Yep.  Perfectly.  In.  Character.

Did I mention this is a crackfic?

This is dark, absurdist humor on overdrive.  Every sentence is either a joke or the setup for one, and at 3.3k words, that’s a lot of laughing.

It peters out some toward the end, but I think that lends itself to the story, in that it allows the story to actually try and be a story.  Not that there is much, but it helps round out the absurdity enough to validate a random OOC situation.

Those who slay together, stay together. A bit of violence can really bind anyone closer together! MURDER IS AN ACCEPTABLE FORM OF COURTSHIP.


Take Rosencrantz and Gildenstern Are Dead, get rid of all of the metanarrative humor, focus on the ridiculous antics, and you’ll have the silhouette of this story. Trixie and Starlight Glimmer are the only ponies that know about the friendship map accidentally killing someone and only they can keep this allllll a secret. Not so hard right? Just gotta hide the bodies.

Oh, and of course get rid of any extra witnesses. Again, not hard! Hell, it’ll even be fun! It’s like a friend date with your best gal pal, but with slightly more blood than that usually entails and a bit more violent than the usual girl’s night out.


This is some freakin’ dark comedy, my dudes. I chuckled quite a bit, but it’s not for everybody. It’s definitely worth a read and a laugh.


“Ow, my head.” Corejo pulled himself out from beneath a treebranch.  “What happened?”

Ferret popped out from the rubble an arm’s length away.  She shook her head and scanned the area.  Her eyes landed on Cynewulf, half buried beneath burning tree branches, a manila folder held defensively against her breast.   “Oh no.”

She scurried over to Cynewulf, snatched the manila folder from her hand and fanned through it.  She clutched the folder to her chest floof.  “Oh, thank Celestia,” she said before scurrying off.

Somewhere in the distant wreckage, the rest of Seattle’s Angels broke free of the rubble, Archonix and Red Squirrel among them.  They looked around before meeting each other’s gazes.

Archonix frowned at Red Squirrel.  “That’s the last time I let you crisp the crème brûlée.”


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Comments ( 11 )
Majin Syeekoh
Story Approver

Huh. I talk often enough with three of these people and have had parts in fixing up half of these stories.

I’d say Seattle’s Angels has good taste this go-round.:raritywink:

Comment posted by Samuel-Neocros deleted Nov 4th, 2017

That is a really cute picture of Cheerilee.

Is it bad I don't remember this incident? I think I should see a doctor.

Majin Syeekoh
Story Approver

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You’re a cute picture of Cheerilee

Lol, you guys didn't correct for the round change-up joke before posting. And phazon isn't here to call us out on it. What's going on here?

PresentPerfect
Author Interviewer

Good timing on Cold Light, there. :D

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This was scheduled to be on Oct 5th, so we got Cold Light first.

PS, yell at Chris with me pls. He done messed up schedules.

PresentPerfect
Author Interviewer

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That's actually how I prefer it, since you guys go for low view counts specifically. It's just always nice to double up on the "hey, this story is really good." :)

I realised that I never thanked you all properly for this. So: thank you. :twilightsmile:

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