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  • 3 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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  • 5 weeks
    SA Reviews #126

    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.

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  • 7 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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  • 9 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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  • 12 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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  • 14 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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  • 16 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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  • 18 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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  • 20 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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  • 22 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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Story Reviews » SA Reviews #128 · 2:34pm May 13th

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.”



The Tree of Harmony loved her little rogue ever so much, it was such a shame she could never voice it.

You may know Pickles for his silly, surreal stories that read like hilarious fever dreams. You may know him for his irreverent, vulgar, and occasional offensive humor-stylings. You probably don’t know him for serious and well-crafted prose. Perhaps you should.

This story is an odd one. It has a strange atmosphere about it that lingers and that is, frankly, refreshing. I really, really don’t want to spoil anything here, but the way it handles character for a story ostensibly about a tree is riveting. This is all of Pickleless’ skills with dialogue brought to bear on an ambitious project and every little exchange is delightful. Discord is the perfect character for this writer--a character capable of absolutely zany non-sequitur who nevertheless can still have a hidden depth of feeling and motivation. Chaos doesn’t mean without motivation. It just means that the pattern is hard to find. Keep that in mind as you read--and as you consider Pickleless’ take on who Discord really is.

So this is certainly something new for me. It’s a very strange and bizarre story that is so fascinating I just couldn’t put down, and that’s saying something since I was playing ME2 at the time. But this just drew me in instantly, with just enough mystery to make me crave more, and just enough answers to make me always gain something. It may be a little rough in some places, but the masterful use dialogue and the fantastic worldbuilding, coupled with somehow giving a unique and strong voice to a tree, had me rooting for our protagonists the whole way through.

Rainbow Dash is awesome. Of that there is no doubt, but even awesome ponies need a break every once in a while. As a weather pegasus and the Element of Loyalty, she doesn't really get all too many days off to just kick back. So, when she finally gets time off to go to the beach with her friends, she takes it.
Too bad the local lighthouse pegasus called in sick forcing the local weather crew to 'recruit' Rainbow for the task of manning the lighthouse. Boring work.
VERY Boring work.
Until a ship appears on the horizon that looks like it's going to wreck on the rocks.

They also serve, who only stand and wait.

I couldn’t help but think about that bit of Milton while reading this. If you like stories on lone characters who find themselves unstuck in time and place, then you are going to love this. Rainbow Dash has the unfortunate duty of manning a lighthouse on her lonesome as only Pegasi are cut out for it, or at least they are the go-to for it. Rainbow Dash is cabin-feverish in the extreme and desperate for a bit of adventure. If only there was a storm!

She gets a lot more than she bargained for, and yet also less. While I wish there was a bit more ambiguity here, there is plenty of it to dazzle the imagination. As a fan of the mystical and the mystifying, I’m always glad to find a story that can be both and be so in a way that keeps me invested. There’s just enough to go on to keep you there, just enough action to keep the plot tight, and just enough Rainbow Dash to go around.

You know that feeling you get when you have nothing to do, but you have to do that nothing for several hours? Well, that’s what Rainbow is feeling. And she wants something to do. Anything. So when a ship appears on the horizon, she is, naturally, excited… until the strangeness comes in. In a way, this one is a bit of a mind-twister, constantly subverting expectations and adding another level to the overall mystery. The ambiguous ending could have been left a little more open, but I really enjoyed it regardless.

Hearth's Warming in Chonamare starts the night before, as the weatherponies bring in fresh snow, and it culminates with a big feast on the village green for everypony. It doesn't involve a nor'easter blowing into town and all the weatherponies cutting their celebration short to deal with it.

Anyone who asks me about what stories they should read will find themselves turned around and marched to Admiral Biscuit. I love his stories, but the ones I love most are the most mundane. His series of HiE fics involving a human and Roseluck are beyond charming in their attention and obvious care, painting a beautiful portrait of life that’s half pastoral and half lyrical. The man is just Good. Good as in he is good at what he does, and Good as in these stories just exude something ineffably positive.

This story isn’t any different. We were first introduced to the setting through Silver Glow and her journal, which I have a long fondness for, but now we get the place itself. There is a lot to be said for the ordinary heroics of Community, and Biscuit knows how to say it. This is a story that will remind you of things like “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” and Stan Rogers, while also feeling just alien enough. It invited you in, wants you to live for awhile among ponies who are Doing Live Together, and like all of the rest of his slices of life, I find myself pining for more when it’s done.

I have no background in Silver Glow stories. And part of the beauty is that I don’t need it for this story. But I do have background with Admiral Biscuit. And Slice of Life is his playground.

This is a rather simple story, about how a community of ponies work together to always give something to somepony else. Chonamare is an ocean town, and when an incoming storm threatens to ruin their Hearth’s Warming celebrations, the entire community volunteers to each do their part. It’s the manifestation of what Equestria is all about. And it’s so refreshingly… nice. But on top of all that, it’s presented with a mastery of words that you will only find in a Biscuit-fic. Just superb writing.

Daring Do solicits Rainbow Dash's assistance for her most dangerous adventure yet.

She needs a date to a nerd party.

As an ex-academic that misses her days at school quite a lot, this story resonates with me. Daring Do needs a date to a gala filled with prominent eggheads, and her options are… well, limited. Rainbow Dash proceeds to Rainbow Dash.

This story is charming, funny, but has a genuine heart to it. Daring is relatable on a lot of levels, and her plight as we are slowly shown it, is far less about filling a spot and far more about filling a role. That role is, not surprisingly for the show we all base ourselves on now--to be her friend. I love stories that build relationships between characters and this one does that in spades.

This is, simply put, a sweet story. It’s about Daring needing a friend, or date in this case, but the problem is that she doesn’t have a wide variety to pick from. So, along comes Rainbow. The only problem? This is a nerdy event. And Rainbow is not a nerd. But she does know friendship. And as she soon learns, Daring has some ghosts coming back to haunt her. Something she can’t deal with herself, and doesn’t want help with. And, well, I’ll let you see everything else for yourself.

“So, did you do all your work?” Cynewulf asked, totally completely innocently.

“Yes,” Matthew whimpered, handing over the packet.

Cynewulf took out a red pen and defaced said packet, then handed it back. “I am extremely disappointed in you,” she said, “this is only B level work.”

“But… but… but… I showed all my work!”

Cynewulf sighed. “It’ll have to do, I guess.”

“So I’m free?”

“For now.”

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

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Comments ( 9 )
Georg #1 · 1 week ago · · ·


(Insert homework)

Oh, man!!

If you skip to many schools, your going have a bad time.

R5h #3 · 1 week ago · · ·

Good on y'all for featuring Posh! He's really good at what he does.

Thanks as always for doing these.

Basically, lol.
Posh is such a good Poshyposh...
Of course :twilightsmile:

Posh #6 · 1 week ago · · ·

Huh! I was wondering why my lesser-known contest entry from this winter was suddenly getting hits again. Thanks, guys! :pinkiehappy:


Posh: 267 followers
Pickleless: 672 followers
Admiral Biscuit: 1696 followers

Then there is StormDancer with only 43 followers.

Why don't you guys try finding more stories made by little guys like Storm instead of promoting big name writers? Not very angelic if you keep pointing the spotlight on writers who already have a far better chance of getting their story to shine. Hell, you even say on your page that you don't like using EQD stories since they have a slight edge over others:

...appearance on a site like EQD does somewhat weigh against its consideration, as it has already "had a chance to shine." There are plenty of great stories that have not had that opportunity yet.

Hypocrisy much?

Wanderer D


I think you misunderstood the mission statement, here, let me copy paste it from any of the 128 blogs...

Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views.

It has nothing to do with follower count, although it sometimes is taken into account. But the point is the views on a quality story. Of course, promoting good authors with little following by highlighting their stories is ideal, so if you know many of them, you can always suggest their stories for the Seattle Angels to consider, instead of, you know, using an alt account to try and troll them.

You can find them here.

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