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  • Monday
    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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  • 4 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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  • 6 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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  • 9 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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  • 11 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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  • 13 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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  • 15 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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  • 17 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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  • 19 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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  • 21 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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Story Reviews » SA Round 133 · 1:06pm July 29th

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.

Intern could only stare, dumbstruck. Paul sat in a swiveling office chair facing seven different screens. Two were slowly scrolling through stories, two were being used to write reviews (simultaneously!), another two were being used to write stories (also simultaneously!), and one had a game of Civilization VI running. Massive servers hummed with all the cacophony of a thunderstorm, their cooling systems emitting constant streams of fog.

Paul glanced at the gaping Intern, hands not pausing in their blurry motions. “Oh, hey, Intern. What’s up?”

Intern raised his hand, lowered it, raised it again in a feeble wave. “Needed help. Doing reviews?”

“Oh, is that all?” Paul swiveled to him with a grin. “Sure! This is a break week so I’ve got—” He raised a finger, turned his head. “Montezuma, if you take that city I will be very cross with you.” His other hand was still furiously typing away at a keyboard. He turned back to Intern with a grin. “Yeah. Break week. I’ve got time. Let’s do this!”


A young Colt falls in love with an instrument and goes to the big city to live from his music, there he meets Lyra Heartstrings, who drags him into the world of an ambitious amateur orchestra.

This story is at times delightful and at others tragic. Starring a homeless cello player known only as Colt (he doesn’t like sharing his name), it depicts his entrance into the Canterlot musical scene. To be more specific, he joins a junior orchestra along with a ragtag band of OCs and one Lyra Heartstrings, the latter of whom he falls hopelessly in love with practically on first sight. Colt’s love is a powerful thing, but also an unnoticed one. It is a driving force and a call to action. It leads to great joy and a life that seems worth living, but also to pain and depression and defeat.

While I don’t approve of the expositiony transition near the end, I was otherwise enthralled by this story. It’s hard, realistic, and refuses to pander to our common storytelling whims. It’s a demonstration of how, sometimes, love doesn’t conquer all. Being frank, I think that’s an important lesson to teach. And yet it somehow manages to stay bittersweet at the end as two ponies connect with one another and find a way to avoid that worst possible outcome.

Assuming you’re okay with reading a story about love and its realities, I can think of no reason not to take this one on. The fact that it is so completely unknown is disturbing and needs to be corrected.

Oof. Just when I think my cold iron heart can’t be moved by anymore words put on screen, a fic like this one comes along and socks me in the gut. This story is the sliciest of life, the most ripest slice that you can find. And now I’m going to stop this metaphor before I completely run off the rails.

Our tale begins with a colt that finds the simple pleasure of playing a cello on the streets of Canterlot utterly life fulfilling. He needs nothing else other than a spot to play his emotional and soulful music and a park bench to sleep on at night. Then he has a chance encounter with another pony whose special talent is also music and the two join up with an amature orchestra. From there, things get real.

Throughout this story, I couldn’t help notice that the themes the author is working with here are the stuff everyone goes through in their life. The need to find oneself, working with others, reaching success, putting up a mask to appease those around you, and dealing with disappointment. It’s all here and our little pony has to deal with all of it. Even with the setting of Canterlot, where literal divine intervention can strike at any moment, the colt has to face the harsh reality of life.

Yowsa, getting kinda heavy here. But really, this story is great and definitely worth your time. The characters, mostly original, are all fleshed out in a way that makes them relatable. I had a fun time reading this and encourage you to do the same.

Limestone Pie: a 20-year-old homeschool graduate who can't imagine life outside of working her father's quarry.

Flash Sentry: an 18-year-old senior at Canterlot High with no bloody clue what he wants to do in life.

On the surface, these two seem like an unlikely pairing. But when a chance encounter over heavy music pulls them into an unexpected love triangle, the pair find a spark of attraction that rocks.

As a shipper, one of my little pleasures is seeing two uncommon characters shipped well. With this, the first (and so far only, but I’m working on that) CoffeeMinion story I’ve read, we get an awesome pairing: Limestone Pie and Flash Sentry. Yes, yes, I can already hear the boos and am bracing to dodge the vegetables thrown because nobody seems to like poor Brad. In the neigh-sayers’ defense, he was pretty crummy on introduction, and the show does like to poke fun at him.

But this story makes it work. One of the advantages of a character like Flash for fanfiction is that his blank slate personality allows writers to take him in a great many directions. In this case, he’s a down-on-his-luck heavy metal rocker who becomes infatuated with Limestone when she crashes one of his solo acts to belt out lyrics written by her sister Maud. And then we get to Limestone herself, homeschooled and lifetime rock farmer who hides her insecurities behind a dense wall of abrasiveness and tsundere (have I mentioned I’ve got a thing for tsundere?). Both are facing uncertain futures: Flash with no idea where he wants to go with his life and Limestone worried her entire existence will be defined by the farm.

CoffeeMinion does an incredible job bringing these two together. It’s a love triangle, it’s a homage to classic heavy metal, it’s a coming-of-age story. It is the best kind of romance in that it isn’t really about the romance: it’s about two individuals discovering a new direction in life that just so happens to feature them together. Throw in great moments with the entire Pie Clan and the occasional well-utilized Sunset Shimmer cameo and you’ve got a story brimming with character alongside the meaning. Seriously, folks, it’s hard to go wrong with this one.

I’m pretty picky when it comes to picking out romance stories. They either have to play around with the usual tropes to keep my attention or be so utterly off the walls that I just have to know where it’s all going. This one falls into the former, where some of the usual pitfalls of romance (in a high school setting, no less) are mostly sidestepped. It’s refreshing is where I’m getting at.

Also a big plus is that we get a pairing that I’ve yet to see attempted. Limestone Pie, the gravel bitch, meets Flash Sentry, the cool high school rocker. A surprising amount of chemistry results between these two and it was fascinating to read how the author managed to get them to interact in ways that could potentially lead to a lasting relationship. Throw in a monkey wrench in the form of crush struck Maud Pie and we’ve got an interesting setup.

Like I said, there are still some cliches that slip in here but most are handled very well and the stuff that normally makes me roll my eyes either didn’t happen or were dealt with in a unique way. Plus, the whole Pie family gets some wonderful scenes that are both surprising and heartfelt.

If you’ve been looking for a Limestone Pie story, check this one out. With only one episode and some change of characterization behind her, she gets some good development. And if you’re tired of the Flash Sentry/Sci-Twi matchup, look into this for a different take on his girl preferences. Seriously, reading this made it easier to accept why he put up with Sunset Shimmer during her spiteful phase.

When Fluttershy was young, some of the only kindness she received was from the ground. She wondered if she belonged there.

And if it would be nicer to be a tree.

Being a timid pony is a frightening experience. Fluttershy knows this better than anypony. In this story, which I have recommended numerous times before, we are engulfed in a wave of melancholic vision. It is about the filly Fluttershy who fell in love with the earth, but who has yet to find any peace within herself. Touching upon elements of depression and possibly thoughts of suicide (it depends on your interpretation), it is an atmospheric feast of the senses.

The story does demand an appreciation for gloominess, but if you’re okay with that then there’s no reason not to read this. Personally, I consider it one of OfTheIronwilled’s best works. As much a character study as it is a look into depression, Where All My Layers Can Become Reeds is a lovely bit of sadfic that I am more than happy to recommend again.

And yet no matter how many times it gets featured across FIMFiction, it somehow still fails to reach even 400 views. For shame.

Now to move on to some shorter stories to round out the longer ones above. This one focuses on Fluttershy and her fascination of everything on the ground. This takes place shortly after the first Rainboom so everypony in her life is dealing with the fact she prefers the land rather than the sky. And it’s taking its toll on her.

This takes that “Fluttershy wants to be a tree” concept from the first season and plays it out to the fullest. We get some good characterization out of her and her thought process as she’s dealing with all the newest discoveries that the earth contains. We also get a glimpse of how other characters react to all of this.

I can’t say too much more or I risk revealing the whole thing. Go take a look and see if being a tree is right for you too.

The most important thing to Night Light is protecting his daughter. She's so smart, and learning so much, but there's dangers that no child can understand.

But tonight's not about that. Tonight is just a bedtime story.

All together, now: 3… 2… 1…


When Twilight catches Night Light moving through her room with a bucket of paint, she of course wants to know why. And so Night Light tells his superintelligent filly the story of Night Glow the Clown, who protected the colt Starswirl from evil nobles who wanted to kidnap him. What we end up with is a story that is one part cute and one part… I’m not sure. I mean, if they can be scared off by a tub of paint...

My confusion aside, it's nice to see Night Light being the protective father, and even nicer to see Filly Twilight having a good time. And let’s face it, it’s hard to say no to Filly Twilight. This was a cute little story that is more than worth the lost ten minutes it takes to read.

Closing out the round, we have a story that seems simple at first, but leads to some concerning implications towards the end. I’m right at the edge of spoilers here, so I need to tread lightly.

In this one, Night Light tells little Twilight a bedtime story of how a young Starswirl (too young for the beard) befriends a clown sent to make all his days full of laughter. It’s a sweet story and filly Twilight is full on adorbs throughout. We get some nice father daughter bonding and a conclusion that leaves some room for interpretation.

That’s all I can say! Read on and find out just how a clown sentry works.

“You alive, buddy?” Paul poked Intern’s shoulder.

Leaning precariously from the contact, Intern turned his face away from the wall of screens flashing text, data, wordcounts and, in one case, a pixelated Gandhi threatening to nuke Paul’s Civ into oblivion. “How do you do it? Did you sell your soul or something?”

“Oh, nothing so drastic as that.” Paul paused to think, brow furrowing in uncertainty. “Although there was that one contract I had to sign with blood. But I faked it and used the blood of a chicken we were gonna cook anyway, so that doesn’t count. I think. Maybe. Probably.” He raised a stack of papers between them. “So, you want me to deliver these?”

“No. I got it.” Intern took the reviews and staggered out the door, back into a world of normalcy. He considered, for a fleeting moment, the possibility that he’d just discovered a new personal goal. Then he kicked that idea into the deepest, darkest depths of his mind, never to be approached again. There were standards, and then there was crazy. Intern did not consider himself crazy.

Dude, you work for SA. It’s only a matter of time. Plus, Paul’s not been here as long as you.

“Get out of my head, Ferret!”

Intern stopped, looked around. Not a soul in sight.

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 ( 6 )
R5h #1 · 2 weeks ago · · ·

Woo! Thanks for the feature! That's an important story to me: it marks the point when I returned to writing ponyfic in earnest, and it means a lot to me that you'd think so highly of it!

Also, Heavy Rock is a great fic, so thanks for giving that more exposure.

Isnt Flash drastically more liked now than when he was introduced ?

Good to see Heavy Rock here, we need so much more Limestone Pie, and that one is one of the best! :yay:

I’m not so sure that he’s liked per se, but he isn’t the subject of everyone’s hate anymore.

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Apathy comes to mind...

Thanks for the feature, guys! Though Mr. Paul sir, you did in fact review another one of my stories... perhaps not coincidentally featuring Limestone as well? :rainbowwild:

You guys rock. :moustache:

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