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    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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  • 3 weeks
    SA Reviews #131

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

    Paul’s eye twitched. If someone looked close enough, they might have seen the tension in his hands, like he was preparing to strangle said someone. “What do you mean, late?”

    Cyne merely shrugged, not taking her eyes off the TV. To her, it was just another day.

    Little did she know that Paul was descending into his own personal hell, memories of snapping elementary teachers and the eyes of dozens of fellow, on time students boring into his increasingly warm face. “We can’t be late.”

    “Sure we can. It’s called the passage of time. People get busy, y’know?”

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  • 6 weeks
    SA Reviews #130

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

    “It wasn’t until this moment that Intern realized just how large the Seattle’s Angels compound was. Entire days could be lost trying to familiarize oneself with just a single wing, let alone the months it would take to explore the whole building. But as Celestia as his witness, he was determined to do it or so help him!”

    “Intern, you’re monologuing again,” said a voice from above. “And you’re doing it in third person.”

    Snapping his mouth shut, Intern looked up to see Red perched on top of a protruding branch from the wall. He nibbled on a nut as he regarded the befuddled temp-reviewer. “Is this what you’ve been doing all month? Getting lost and talking to yourself?”

    “No,” Intern said, arms folded across his chest. “I’ve been very productive this entire time.”

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  • 7 weeks
    SA Reviews #129

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

    Corejo flipped through his Reviews folder one last time before making it up the stairs toward Ferret’s room. Yep, all there! He threw on a jaunty smile and strode up to her door… which was locked?

    A little red note taped to the door read in commanding read marker: OUT TO LUNCH. SLIP YOUR REVIEWS UNDER THE DOOR.

    Huh. Normally Ferret left the door open on Review Day so she could see their bright, sunshiny faces when they walked in. Whatever.

    Corejo shrugged and did as the sign said. And then he drummed his hands on his thighs. And then he looked around.

    Huh. Where were the shenanigans? There were supposed to be some wacky shenanigans that magically happened right about now at the worst possible time and inconvenienced him, because comedic coincidence dictated so.

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  • 10 weeks
    SA Reviews #128

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

    “So, Cyne?” asked Matthew, “whatcha up to?”

    “Oh, you know, just getting some reviews in,” she replied.

    “But… there’s no school anymore. And no school means no reviews! We’re free!” he shouted, literally leaping for joy.

    Cynewulf slammed a stack of papers onto the table in front of her. “Ha! Shows what you know. Summer school is now in session.”


    ROUND 128

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  • 12 weeks
    SA Reviews #127

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

    “Listen up, class! Today I will teach you all that is necessary to build a fanbase.” PaulAsaran spun on his heel and began to write on a chalkboard. “Take good notes. A five page essay and three mock-up reviews will be due next week.”

    A series of groans filled the classroom.

    Intern, wearing his now customary janitor uniform, stopped by PaulAsaran on his way to dump out a trash bin. In a low whisper, he said, “That’s more than we do in two weeks.”

    “Hush, you,” PaulAsaran replied. “I’m in my element.”

    “What do you mean by that?”

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  • 15 weeks
    SA Reviews #125

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

    Corejo, as a Seattle’s Angel, had experienced many weird things during his tenure as a reviewer. Multiple base explosions, the fabric of spacetime ripping apart with seeming regularity, and the slightly disturbing obsession Red had for nuts.

    Even with all that, today was already vying for his top five list in terms of stuff he didn’t expect to be a part of when he woke up that morning.

    “Okay class!” Ferret announced from her position on top of a teacher’s desk. Before her, a room full of kids and a few adults sat at wooden desk, pencils and papers at the ready. “Today beings the first day of the School of Reviewers!”

    Corejo raised his hand.

    “Oh, and I see we already have a question. What is it?”

    “Yeah, uh, what is even the heck? Why do we have a reviewer school?”

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  • 18 weeks
    SA Reviews #124

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

    “Look,” said Red, “I really think you’re going about this the wrong way.”

    “Oh really?” said Matthew419. “How would you suggest otherwise?”

    “Don’t dangle me by my tail off the edge of a fifty-story building?”

    A spotlight peered up at them. “This is Intern!” Intern shouted up through a megaphone. “We’ve got the building surrounded! Drop the squirrel and--”

    The megaphone squealed loudly, and there were sounds of a scuffle before another voice shouted at them once again. “No no no, don’t drop the squirrel!” said someone who Red thought might be Ebon Quill. “I mean, do, but first, just step away from the ledge and we’ll talk!”

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  • 21 weeks
    SA Reviews #123

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

    The pillars rose up around him, towering over Corejo like judgmental parents. On top of the pillars stood the Pillars, looking down on him like disappointed parents.

    “This council of Equestria’s first league of extraordinary gentlecolts—”

    “And three gentlemares!”

    Starswirl rolled his eyes. “Yes, quite.” Clearing his throat, Starswirl continued, “find you, Corejo, guilty. Stygian, read him his sentence.”

    Stygian, who wasn’t standing on any of the pillars, unfurled a scroll and began reading. Corejo could have sworn his voice sounded familiar. “You are hereby sentenced to review on a tight deadline. You will have to forsake the niceties the Seattle’s Angels grant their employees in order to make your due date.”

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  • 22 weeks
    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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Story Reviews » SA Reviews #126 · 1:51am April 16th

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

A loud thump announced the arrival of Novel Idea into the dreaded dungeons of the Seattle’s Angel’s complex. To his surprise, the place had been completely redecorated. To his horror, he instantly recognized the new motif.

Detention?!” he cried. “I’ve never been in detention in my life!”

He turned to glare at the slide he’d been just dropped down. Corejo stood above, looking imperious—or at least trying to, it was Corejo after all.

“You can’t do this to me! I’ll do my freaky time magic thing again!”

“School’s in session. All of it.” Corejo winked—he actually winked—and pulled a level straight out of the Acme Budget Villain Catalogue. The portal closed with a resounding snap.

He grumbled to himself and stomped over to the desk with his name on it and plopped down.

“At least it’s quiet,” said a voice from beside him.

Novel yelped and jumped straight out of his chair, which had the unfortunate side effect of making him bang his knees on the underside of his desk. He then proceeded to tumble over the desk, send it flying over his head and eventually end up in a small prison of furniture.

“There’s only one way out, you know,” said the shadow about him.

Novel tried to push the furniture off, to no avail. “Let me take a wild stab in the dark here… reviews?”

Cynewulf stepped into the light, a pen in one hand, a stack of paper in the other.

“Was there ever any doubt?”

“Wait! First I want to know! What are you in for?” Novel demanded.

Her eye twitched. “I’m not sure that’s important.”

Novel frowned and leaned in. “Well, I was just curious, but now I’m doubly so.”

Cyne grumbled and then looked around the room before shrugging.

“I… so, you know this place is pretty big, right? Well, I got… lost. Very lost.”

“You got lost in the inescapable dungeon. Which is inescapable by virtue of its lack of entrance that isn’t, say, a portal.”

She shrugged again, her face flushed. “Look, weirder things have happened. Who did we even hire to do security, anyway? Who puts portals everywhere? Who—“

There was a loud ringing, and then a voice over an unseen intercom. “Ten minutes until dismissal~”

The trapped angels blinked at each other. One started to speak, and then the other, and then both at once.

“Dismissal?” Novel adjusted his glasses and bit his lip.

“Was that Ferret? No, it doesn’t matter. It’s probably something stupid. But let’s hurry up, shall we?”


There is a ghost haunting the corridors of Ponyville's newest dwelling, the princess's Castle of Friendship. It is a ghost without voice, or hoof, or spectral limb to cast strange shadows upon crystalline walls.

But it's not the ghost of a pony. It's not a person at all.

This is one heck of a unique story. Not only do we see the quiet return of the much-beloved (and much-missed) Golden Oaks Library in a truly unique way, but we also get an entirely unexpected end and a vision into what may lay beyond Equestria.

And I don’t mean physically.

I love the concept of the “spirit” of the Golden Oaks haunting a building as only another building could. We get a sort of “Room of Requirement” vibe, but that’s not doing it justice. It’s far more complicated than that. I’ll admit to being a bit hesitant about the portrayal of one character in particular toward the end, but the sheer, sweeping eerie beauty of this piece is more than enough to overshadow that

I have an opinion, one nursed quietly but openly, but not yet ready to be truly held.

I think all stories come back to loss.

To lose something is to at once progress unwillingly beyond and to regress to a point of uncertainty. We have learned object permanence, and with it gained the prejudice that things must remain if we want them.

This is a story about a lot of things. But they are all loss. I recommend it highly.

A relaxing Saturday afternoon doesn't go quite to plan for Minuette, as she finds herself unexpectedly involved in a quest to track down a young filly's lost imaginary friend.

It's all cool, though. Minuette has got oodles of experience in finding imaginary friends.

Or replacing them.

You may die of cute from this. You’ve been warned!!!

I adore Minuette. This story made me adore her even more. Minuette’s handling of a filly’s woes is so amazing. She never breaks from her constant attempt at cheering up a dear little filly (who ends up befriending everypony’s favorite digging paleontologist filly!) as they hunt for the lost an imaginary friend.

I know, this is a story about putting away “childish things” and moving on with your life. I know it’s about how scary that can be and how a friend can really help that happen. I know it’s about the fact that it’s okay to keep those cherished memories in a safe place.

...but I just wanna see Minuette scrambling around in bushes hunting lost imaginary friends with two adorable little fillies for hours on end. Squee! So cute!

I never had an imaginary friend, but the concept has always delighted me. Lonely child that I was and am, the prospect of companionship of like minds seemed ideal.

But I suppose the downside is that the imaginary friend is imaginary. The reality of your disconnect is still firm. This story is about how and why we connect with others, and about how doing so, even if it makes us nervous or anxious, is rewarding. Sometimes getting older is okay.

As day ends and night begins, there is a brief window of time in which the two royal sisters meet on equal terms, neither one firmly in complete control.

In these times of quiet reflection with one another, their minds and their hearts can truly meet most closely. This is when they see each other the most clearly, here in the trading and in the game they play.

I have to admit, this story caught me off-guard. At first, I was going “Why am I reading a story about Tia and Luna playing actual chess, complete with their actual moves?”

However, the deeper you get into the story, the more you realize just how fitting this is for the Royal Sisters. Especially from Luna’s side. I’ll admit, I almost cried a little at a certain point, seeing how apt an analogy this was for their lives.

I love the concept of Celestia the Chessmaster. She still is in this story, but you get the very strong feeling that Luna is a Chessmaster of her own. But any good chessmaster must know that adaptability is key to any game. Both show it, both in the game and in their thoughts.

And for the record, I’m terrible at chess.

I am mediocre at chess. But like many things I’m not very good at, I cannot help but love it.

There is something intimate about chess. I have gotten a better view of people during a game than I could have gained in a dozen conversations. Luna feels the same, apparently.

The story is a game, but the game is also a story. There’s a bit of that iconic chess game in the Seventh Seal here for me as Celestia and Luna’s daily game proceeds. Except it is Luna that is our lonely knight, playing against history and herself, what was and is, and is to come.

It’s not exciting in a flashy way. It is not a tale of high adventure. It is quiet and it is pensive, and above all our dear writer has their eye trained on some important things. And she who knows when to whisper wins.

There are many things Clover would like to be doing today: Studying the unexplained magic that saved the world last night, discussing the new nation she and her friends are founding, even spending time with those friends, enjoying having ponies around who actually like her for once.

Attending a party is not among those things. Interacting with the unicorn nobles who hate her is definitely not among those things. And giving up the ratty mage's robes she's worn for years as she suffered their judgement is absolutely not on the list.

But Princess Platinum is throwing a party, and Clover will be there and presentable, whether she likes it or not.

Even with the changes the show often makes as to who nature of the founding figures of Equestria were (such as Clover being male), this story is still wonderful and a must read for those of you who love to explore the ancient past of Equestria.

More than anything, this shows a brilliant image of Clover as this very Twilight-esque grumpy, antisocial mage who just wants to get her work done and a Princess who may know way more than she’s letting on.

Bookplayer, as always, shows her mastery in all things and it’s a crime this hasn’t gotten the same fame and notice that so many of her other stories have. So go fix that and read it!

There are a lot of stories about Equestria’s beginnings, and even more as more has been revealed in canon. I’ve not read much bookplayer, but this story convinced me that perhaps I should change that.

The dialogue here is spot on and wonderful. The pace of this story hits a sweet spot between swift and engaging, but never once do I feel like there is a lull or a missed note. A story about both events and people in equal measure, bookplayer manages to draw one into their take on the strangeness of living in the shadow of something new.

As the last strokes were completed, the school bell sounded. A flash of magic washed over the terrifying detention hall. Cyne and Novel barely got their hands away in time before magical flames consumed their work in a flash of brilliant green.

Then, on the chalkboard in the front of the room, a tiny nub of chalk began to write. There was no magical aura around it. Perhaps it wasn’t magic at all… maybe some sort of spirit?

Maybe the last reviewer to not finish on time.

They would never find out.

The bit of chalk scrawled out two words.

Good enough

Then, two interdimensional portals appeared above their heads. Eltrich tendrils snaked down and snatched them up like a mother cat carrying her kittens. They were yanked through the terrifying cracks of reality in which the headquarters of the Seattle’s Angels squatted.

Things gibbered and gnashed horrible teeth at them from all sides.

Then they were flung out into some random hallway. They rolled to a stop mere inches from Ferret’s feet.

Slowly, they looked up.

Ferret grinned. “Class dismissed.”

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Comments ( 3 )

That's a sweep! I'm gonna have to read every one of those.

Just FYI though, the first link is to the chapter, not the story.

I've already read Mitch H's story -- and was impressed, and Ceffyl Dwr's and Wilson's are already on my RiL list. Given the last one is by bookplayer, it's a fair bet I'll be reading the lot at some point. :twilightsmile:

I'm imagining SA's reviewers trapped in a dimension run by Mad Mod.

These stories all sound intriguing, and are probably going to add to my already more-than-bloated backlog of stories to read.

P.S.: Writers shouldn't bemoan imaginary friends. After all, what are any characters but imaginary friends fleshed out in prose?

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