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  • Saturday
    SA Reviews: Round 142

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


    Heartshine stared at the doorknob that sat on the door labelled ‘custodian’. Cyne had asked for her help in decorating the facility for Hearth’s Warming, and, in her enthusiasm to pitch in, Heartshine had forgotten one minor detail about the facility that occasionally made it difficult to get around the vast complex.

    Doorknobs were not made for pony hooves. Or mouths, for that matter.

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  • 2 weeks
    SA Reviews: Round 141

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


    Matthew would have jumped at his door slamming open, but big bangs were practically an hourly occurrence at the SA compound. He looked up to find PaulAsaran in his door. The man’s eye was twitching and his sweating was not what someone might call pleasant. He’d only ever seen Paul like this when they were late, which they clearly were not.

    Matthew ventured to ask, “Is there a problem?”

    “I’m reading a bunch of big stories all at once.” Paul’s twitching was starting to alternate from eye to eye. “I haven’t written a review in over a week. Please tell me the next SA blog has an opening.”

    Matthew smiled in relief and raised a collection of papers. “Why, yes! I have the stories right—” Paul snatched the papers from his hand, sat down on the floor, and began pouring over the material. Literally. “—here?”

    ROUND 141

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  • 5 weeks
    SA Reviews: Round 140

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


    PaulAsaran sat in his office, Intern seated across from him. A stack of completed review papers lay between them on Paul’s desk. The two stared at the pile as though expecting it to get up and walk on its own at any moment.

    Given the things the two had already experienced working for the Angels, that possibility wasn’t being ruled out.

    “So… we going to just sit here and wait until it’s time to hand these in?”

    Paul flicked his gaze briefly from the reviews to Intern, then right back again. “If that’s what it takes.”

    Groaning and pinching his nose, Intern said, “You know, we could be doing anything else. Hang gliding, playing games, getting outside, explore the terminal. Not all review posts are eventful.”

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  • 6 weeks
    SA Reviews: Round 139

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


    Cyne swallowed nervously as the nurse talked on.


    She hated needles, but it was just one of the many hoops one jumped through in staying healthy. Besides, the place felt so calm, and finding a clinic in the non-euclidian sacred geometry of the vast SA compound had been so difficult and taken so long--

    Wait.


    How had she found this place? Where was this? When did she arrive?


    Before any questions or further insight into the baffling nature of the endless labyrinths the Seattle’s Angel’s inhabit could be answered, Chris burst through the wall.


    “Come with me if you want to live!” he bellowed at a sputtering Cyne.


    “Wait, what?”

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  • 9 weeks
    SA Reviews Round 138

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


    “Here’s the cafeteria, there’s the offices, down there’s the jet propulsion lab—”

    “Question!”

    Intern jerked from the sudden squeak coming from the light green pegasus pony standing next to him. “Yeah?”

    “Why do you have a jet propulsion lab?”

    Intern stared at the newest member of the Angels, Heartshine, as though unable to process the question. “Why wouldn’t we have a jet propulsion lab?”

    Heartshine giggled. “Good point. Carry on!”

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  • 13 weeks
    Seattle's Angels Round 136

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


    Matthew poked his head into Cynewulf’s room. “Hey, you guys done yet? You and Corejo are late.”

    “Yeah, we know,” Cynewulf said over her shoulder. She and Corejo sat hunched over some metal contraption beside Cyne’s couch. Whatever it was, there was a “DANGER: FLAMMABLE” sign on it, and a pair of tubes ran to what looked like giant vacuum cleaners on their backs.

    “Wwwwhat are you guys doing?” Matt took a tentative step back.

    Cynewulf and Corejo gave him big grins and snapped down welding visors in unison.

    “Science!” they said.

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  • 16 weeks
    Seattle's Angels Round 135

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


    Ebon Quill, braving the outside of his normal atmospheric room, walked with a purpose through the compound halls, a manilla folder tucked under one arm. Deciding to write reviews early had been a brilliant idea; not only did he save time to get back to proper writing but it also cut down on how much time he had to deal with the other Angels. Now, all he had to do was find Intern, hand in his work, then retreat back to his wonderfully gloomy abode.

    His master plan neared fruition as he turned a corner and found his target. Intern stood in the middle of the hall, both arms raised up towards the ceiling. Ebon Quill strode up to him, eyeing his peculiar stance. “I know I’m going to regret asking this, but what are you doing?”

    “Waiting to ascend,” Intern answered, his gaze locked on the ceiling above.

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  • 18 weeks
    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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  • 20 weeks
    SA Round 133

    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.

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  • 22 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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Oct
1st
2018

Story Reviews » Seattle's Angels Round 137 · 10:34pm October 1st

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


“Um… watcha doing?” asked Matthew. “And why am I tied to a chair?”

Archonix looked at him and smiled. “Don’t you get it? It’s a conspiracy! All of it!”

“Uhh… ok. Mind explaining?”

“You don’t believe me do you?” Arch screamed at the ceiling. “They’ve already gotten to you! It’s too late, I’m the only one left.”

“Yeah, ok…” Matthew looked around the room. “Mind having a breakdown later? We gotta get some reviews done…”

ROUND 137


From raising the bright moon to lighting the glittering stars, to guiding the majestic comets that streak across the skies on the darkest of nights, Princess Luna has done it all. Where other ponies see a dark, empty sky, Princess Luna sees a canvas. A canvas waiting to be filled with the beauty that is the night sky.


I've never particularly been a fan of the fanon that has Luna controlling the very stars themselves, but I am a fan of those stories that can take the idea and make something interesting of it. What would it mean to be able to paint the very night sky?

Though short, and to be honest a little abrupt, this story gives us a thoughtful insight into the kind of the pony that can, and perhaps a hint of the reasons why she might do so every night, even when nobody is watching.

Personally, the idea of Luna controlling the stars along with the moon has always fascinated me. It’s right up there with SunLight shipping.

This story is short, and in a way feels unfinished, but is beautiful nonetheless. I could even go so far as to say the unfinished feeling is intentional. But this story focuses on the character. What would drive a pony to rearrange the heavens, knowing most others won’t even notice? What is it like? Insert other philosophical question here. I thought it was a good story, and I hope you do too.


War is brutal. It asks you questions with no right answers. It leaves scars on your body and mind.

War is a game in which you will always lose.

And Rainbow Dash might've just lost everything.


War. War never ch ok enough cliché for now.

War is a perennial favourite topic of genre fiction and with good reason. Conflict is written on every facet of our existence. Our history is divided up by the dates of wars. We do, as a species, have a small talent for it.

But that alone doesn't explain the popularity of war fiction. In conflict, the worst and the very best aspects of us are revealed. The hatred, the anger, the cowardice and violence, yes, but also the loyalty of soldiers to one another and to their cause, their bravery in the face of insurmountable odds. The compassion in an unrelentingly crushing world.

Which is what this fic, set in the universe of Sombra's war on the world, attempts to explore.

I’ve read no shortage of Crystal War fics. I dare say, done well, they’re some of my favorite fics period. This one is a little different than the others though. This one… this one tackles some of the heftier subjects.

It touches on the guilt of harm done to others, on the brokenness of losing everything, on coping methods… but most importantly, and this one’s main theme, that drive to keep going. To keep fighting through the pain, that sense of duty to fight for what you believe in… even if you know it’s hopeless.


Sunset was a student of the Princess, a magical prodigy, a diplomat and adventurer long before CHS. She was a researcher, an academic, a fighter, a lover, a general and a thief. She's been to far away countries, alien worlds and deadly jungles, crossed sea and scaled mountains, fought mythical beasts and rescued damsels in distress (and some times the other way around).
So when the time is right and audience is willing, she has tales and stories to tell, to amaze and to astonish.

Some may be tall tales, other - honest truth, and none may tell which is which, yet still, each story is what made Sunset who she is today.


What is love?

I'm just a pile of cliche tonight...

Sunset Shimmer tells the story of her possibly first love in an exotic locale, and the crushing realisation that sometimes love is not all it's cracked up to be.

An interesting tale, one that might (if you look at it in the right light) explore some of the underlying motivations for Sunset's rejection and hostility toward Celestia later in her life, but that also gives us teasing glimpses of a culture beyond Equestria.

This story explores two subjects, Sunset’s character and worlds beyond Equestria. I love both of those.

Anyway, this is pretty short. Shorter than I’d like. But it uses those words it does have well, exploring Sunset’s first love and how, sometimes, life doesn’t work how you want. How people, or ponies, sometimes just want to use you. It’s a lesson Sunset takes pretty hard, but learns nonetheless. I’d like to think it foreshadows her eventual falling out with Celestia. And it does this all through the marvelous backdrop of worldbuilding.


Sunset Shimmer needs information on a specific mirror, and she knows just the ogre to get it from.


Dialogue alone cannot sate the senses for long, but when used well, it prompts the reader to fill in all the details that normal prose directs to us otherwise. It is the very bare essence of fiction, the most minimalist exploration of a scene. Almost a poem.

Sunset's dilemma here rings clear, almost literally, between the lines. Lines that, in many ways, form a prison for the writer and the characters, to mirror the prison that the titular Ogre inhabits, and from which Sunset must break free - just as the story must break out of the confines of mere words, to find freedom in the imagination of the reader.

An imaginative use of minimalism.

And here we have another Sunset fic. Aren’t you glad? I’m glad.

This one explores a world told entirely by dialogue. A bold style, as it requires a reader willing to imagine the prose around it for themselves. Most of what I got from this was worldbuilding. It explores some of the magic behind the world, some of the creatures in it and their rules… all through dialogue. It’s quite masterful, honestly.


Matthew awoke to a light. A very bright light. Aimed at his face. He did not scream nor cry a little, no matter what anyone else tells you. He also noticed he was sitting in a chair, his review packet still in his bag next to him. But he forgot all of this when he heard a very recognizable voice. A terrifying voice.

“So tell me,” Ferret said, “what you know about Floor 14.”

“Uhh, nothing?” Matthew squeaked out.

“You were found in a room with Archonix. Clearly you know something.”

“I don’t, I swear! I was just trying to get reviews done! See? I got them right here!” He pulled out the reviews and waved them in front of him.

“Alright, but we’re watching you,” Ferret warned.

“O-okay…”


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PresentPerfect
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Yess, Roam-Springa and Queen of Clubs. :D

...I feel like I have left this comment elsewhere once before. c.c

Wanderer D
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4946662 What? You're imagining things. :trixieshiftleft::trixieshiftright:

Oh shoot, totally unexpected!

Thanks so much for the feature you guys, glad you enjoyed the fic! However short it may have been. :p

The plot thickens. Game Theory will make an episode based off of this round.

Oh wow, thank you for featuring my fic! I didn't even know it was in here, just happened to click upon this post! I appreciate it so much! :D

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