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  • 2 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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  • 4 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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  • 8 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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  • 10 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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  • 12 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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  • 14 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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  • 16 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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  • 18 weeks
    SA Reviews #111

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

    “You do the honors.” Ferret’s eyes glittered in the darkness of the ancient laboratory. The ancient portal glowed with unholy violet energy, illuminating only the barest hints of her figure and the shaking person beside her.

    “Me?” Chris protested, stepping back from the portal and glancing at the giant hourglass festooned with twinkling geodes, flashing bulbs and enough copper wire to build a Faraday cage. “I’m not touching that thing! It looks like something Lovecraft and Jules Verne made on a bet! A very drunk bet!”

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  • 19 weeks
    SA Reviews #104

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

    Methodical fingers fell on the keyboard. Ticks and clacks and tacks echoed through the dreary cubicle halls of the corporate office space. Bleary-eyed and coffee-deprived, Matthew sat in front of the screen with the lethargic determination of the recently dead. The computer monitor, though searingly bright, was comparatively dim to the fluorescent lights that flickered on the ceiling.

    Then Red showed up holding a squirrel-sized newspaper and a human-sized coffee mug, which was full of assorted nuts. He slugged a mouthful down and barely chewed.

    “Ha ha ha!” the squirrel said. “Turns out Pontchartrain really did track mud in the house! I love that comic.”

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  • 25 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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Story Reviews » SA Reviews #120 · 5:57pm Saturday

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?”


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?”



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Comments ( 5 )
Hap #1 · Saturday · · ·

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

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Those are some solid fics, right there!

Chris #3 · Sunday · · ·

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...

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

PaulAsaran #5 · Sunday · · ·

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:

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