Wanderer D 5,507 followers · 65 stories

Patreon | Ko-fi are available for subscriptions/donations! Helping pay my bills helps me write more!

News Archive

  • 116 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."

    Read More

    110 comments · 8,872 views
  • 137 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.”

    Read More

    12 comments · 4,661 views
  • 152 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."

    Read More

    10 comments · 4,276 views
  • 159 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?”

    Read More

    10 comments · 4,433 views
  • 163 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?”

    Read More

    7 comments · 5,933 views
  • 168 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

    Read More

    6 comments · 7,964 views
  • 173 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. 

    Read More

    8 comments · 6,377 views
  • 177 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.
    f

    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.”

    Read More

    9 comments · 8,134 views
  • 181 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.

    Read More

    10 comments · 5,233 views
  • 184 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!”

    Read More

    4 comments · 4,535 views
Jan
13th
2018

Story Reviews » SA Reviews #120 · 5:57pm Jan 13th, 2018

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?”

“W-what?”

“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


A phoenix seeking out a good nesting place finds an unexpected connection with the ponies living nearby. Unexpected for her, at least—they've been looking for just this phoenix.


Method Acting is one I found by accident. But man am I glad I did. Pascoite managed to put such an artful spin on even the simplest of actions, and especially on the not-so-simple ones. And within all this artful expression, he weaved a growing mysterious feeling... one that slowly changes everything about the piece. One that leads so smoothly into the ending that you wonder how you didn’t know everything earlier. It is, honestly, impressive Pasc could fit this much beauty into something as short as 2.5k words.

This is my second time reviewing this story, and I must admit I like it even more the second time. Pascoite weaves a little mystery, throwing in a steady stream of clues that might not seem so obvious at first pass. Once I got it though and went back to look at it again, I realized that everything we need to know what’s going on is right there in front of us. All we need is proper context.

I loved that about this story. Odds are you won’t ‘get it’ until the end because you’re missing that critical piece of the puzzle, but that’s alright. The magic here is in the characterization of the protagonist, which is pitch perfect and the single greatest clue. Coupled with a strong sense of atmosphere and setting, this is a story that knows exactly what it wants to do from beginning to end. It’s rare to see an author who can focus every aspect of a tale into a single goal like this, so color me impressed.

This one is nothing short of awesome, folks. If you’re not reading it, you’re missing out.


Recent archaeological expeditions to far-flung corners of the Old Kingdoms have revealed a wealth of pre-Celestian artefacts, dating as far back as the Hearthfire Wars. These artefacts shed a light on an era we of contemporary Equestria really know very little about, and the stories they share range from the highest court intrigues to the humblest backwater folktales.

This account, found engraved in the wall of an old Pegasi garrison known as the Eastmarch, relates the final night of a condemned mare, in one of the last wars of the pre-Celestian era. It has been translated for the benefit of the modern reader.


First off, like, whoa. That’s heavy, doc. Hardcore unification period racism... is it odd that that’s what I enjoy most out of it? Either way, that’s only a small portion of it. ASoC made this all world-building lore. And it’s amazing. Because even though it’s incredibly short, coming in at 1.2k words, it describes the entire social system of everything, and builds wonderful characters, AND manages to fit in so much that it’s fun to read it more than once.

Set during the war that – if I’m interpreting things correctly – led to the unification of Equestria, this story is a journal-type in which a pegasus lieutenant is writing his last words before his hanging. It turns out that his people have developed a draconian and presumably self-defeating method of dealing with failure: anyone who fails, dies. At the rate things are going, I suspect the lieutenant’s tribe will have killed more of their own ponies than the enemy will.

This story is one of those rare journal-type ones that is done right, and that automatically jumps it up several points in my eyes. We are given the events, the reasons behind this pony’s hanging, and we are given them in a way that is indirect. As if told by memory rather than immediate presence. Thank you, AShadowOfCygnus, for figuring that bit out.

Beyond that, the story is a fascinating bit of indirect worldbuilding centered upon a dying culture clinging in desperation to its final days. It’s interesting and saddening, but also gives a clear view of what the unification of Equestria means for ponies in general. All in all, I am pleased.


Amethyst Star used to be Ponyville's top organizer. Everything from balancing the Mayor's schedule, Nightmare Night, and even Winter Wrap-Up were dropped on her desk. When the mess ups and the mistakes started to pile up, however, she was only too happy to pass the torch to the new resident librarian.

But, with Cranky and Matilda's wedding under her belt, she can't help but wonder if she threw in the towel a little too early . . .

Good thing there's a pair of friends, dancing around their feelings for one another, that could use a little matchmaking. Amethyst just might be the perfect mare for the job.


You guys remember the episode Slice of Life, yeah? Good. You remember Amethyst Star, then, yes? If you do, you’re doing better than me. You see, I had forgotten Amethyst existed until Paul rec'd this one. And, in some ways, that made it all the sweeter. Because this is a character piece about a background pony, and not remembering anything stated in the show gave me a fresh slate with her. Sure, she didn’t have much characterization to begin with, being a background pony, but that’s unimportant.

But anyway, we got Amethyst trying to set up Rainbow Dash And Applejack, like every good shipper should. And thus inspires the conflict. You see, Amethyst has lost her self-worth, and must struggle against herself in the ultimate showdown for if she will make RD and AJ come together! Add this already epic-sounding plot with beautiful narrative, perfect pacing, and wonderfully new characterizations of background ponies that needed some love, and you got this piece.

I may say this a lot, and I will certainly say it even more, but it is a serious tragedy this piece does not have more attention. Please go read it. This is me, begging you to go read this amazingness.

Yet again, I can safely say I enjoyed this more the second time around. That’s probably not amounting to much, considered I loved it the first time. The Perfect Setup centers on Amethyst Star, who suffers from a serious crisis of self-worth thanks to what she considers her failures to organize two Winter Wrap-Ups and a Nightmare Night. But then she got to do Cranky and Matilda’s wedding, and things went right. Now she just needs to prove that it wasn’t a one-time deal. How better than to get Rainbow Dash and Applejack together?

This is a delightful character piece centered on a rarely utilized character, and I love it for that. It’s all about escaping our comfort zone, being satisfied with our own achievements, and fostering a sense of positive self-esteem. Put that together with some stellar pacing, strong characters, and a pleasantly descriptive narrative. As the cherry on top, Timaeus grants us a delightful showing of Mayor Mare being an awesome pony.

Need I go on? The story is fun, endearing, and comes with a great lesson. By all means, read it and give it the attention it deserves.


I am alone...

For days and days I have sat and awaited the one who will call me her own, the day my limbs no longer collect dust, but love. The day my book no longer remains empty. The moment when I find my other half, and she finds me.

Today is going to be that day. I can feel it in every fiber and stitch I have.


Ya know, I will admit I did not expect this one to be so great. Suffice it to say, I was blown away when I read it. I mean, this is just packed full of artistic everything. The descriptions are perfect, and really make you experience the world instead of read about it. And then, then there is so much story put into it as well. I mean, this is gonna be short, because I literally cannot think of words to describe the amazingness. Please go read it.

This story is far more emotional than one might expect.

Here we are introduced to the origins of one Smarty Pants, who sits alone and unloved on her shelf, watching while so many other, more traditional toys leave to be with foals that will adore them. It’s a slow yet well-paced story, filled with the gradual roller coaster of a mere toy’s hopes, dreams, and disappointments.

I’ve always had an appreciation for stories of this sort. As a particularly imaginative child, I was always one to assign personalities and wants in my toys. That same tendency heavily influences my writing today, allowing me to view my characters not as words on paper but as living individuals. I see this same spirit in Coming Home, melding the ideas nicely.

And then the story goes where it must, with a little filly who we all know as an adult. There are few things quite so cute as a tiny Twilight, and this story utilizes that precious filly in combination with Smarty Pants’ lifelong wishes perfectly. It’s a wonderful moment that never ceases to have me smiling.

By all means, read this. It might just surprise you.


“That was a lot more fun than I thought it would be,” Matthew said, collapsing on the bed.

“You’re right,” Paul replied, “We should prank Chris’ room more often.”

“You know what we forgot to do, though?”

“What?”

“Reviews...”


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

Report Wanderer D · 4,697 views ·
Comments ( 6 )
Hap

Dangit you guys. I'm trying to wear down my RiL, not build it up.

PresentPerfect
Author Interviewer

Those are some solid fics, right there!

Oh, for the--what did you guys do to my room? I can't even get the door open! Every time I turn the handle, it shoots fire out the keyhole and screams "you don't have enough badges to open me!" Honestly, you two are almost as bad as Ferret...

4773137
...d...did you just say that your doorknob was charizarding you?......someone went to urban dictionary....

4773137
Allow me to humbly point my finger at my partner. I'm too new here to risk my job casting forbidden magic on doorknobs, but I'm also too new to risk my job saying "no" to my partner when he wants me to try something new.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to hitch a ride out of town on that bus that just ran over Matthew. :trollestia:

Hell. I really need to start reading these when they come out.

Thanks for looking at my stuff. (Again. For some reason.) :twilightsmile:

Login or register to comment