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  • Tuesday
    SA Reviews: Round 144

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

    “I don’t get paid enough for this.”

    “Last I heard, you don’t get paid at all.”

    “My point exactly.”

    Cynewulf huffed and reached a little higher. Her high heels perched precariously on Intern’s shoulders, the Seattle’s Angle strained to unscrew a bolt from a metal panel. Intern clenched his teeth, threatening to wear down his molars. A small silver screw dropped past his face.

    “Got one. Three to go.”

    Intern bit back a curse. “Speaking of things that come in fours, did you get your reviews in yet?”

    “Ugh, not now. I need to concentrate.” Another bolt came loose and fell.

    “Why didn’t you just get a ladder? Why use me?”

    Even though he couldn’t see it, Intern could feel the smirk as Cynewulf said, “As if you don’t already know.” A third screw came tumbling down.

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  • 2 weeks
    SA Reviews: Round 143

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

    The Endless Labyrinths of the SA Compound are host to a lot of strange things. Monsters, ghosts, office cubicles that go on for a mile, strip malls. And of course, the omnipresent Reviews, which must be places in the Questing Box which appears randomly to haunt you like that skull from Diaries of Spaceport Janitor. It also sometimes goes NYEH in your face like that skull.

    NYEH said the Box.

    “Um.” Heartshine nervously fussed with her mane. “Um, uh. Shouldn’t we, ah, do the thing? You know? The reviewing? The thing with the words?”

    Inside of the changing booth, Cynewulf was incredibly busy. A skirt went flying like a beleagured parachute over the top of the door and fell like an awkwardly shaped leaf down in front of poor Heartshine.

    “BUSY!” Cynewulf yelled, not really needing to yell but deciding to.

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  • 4 weeks
    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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  • 6 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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  • 9 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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  • 10 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--


    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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  • 15 weeks
    Seattle's Angels Round 137

    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

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  • 17 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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  • 20 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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  • 22 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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Story Reviews » SA Reviews Round 138 · 10:23pm Oct 13th, 2018

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—”


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!”

“Yes, as I was saying, let me show you to your work area.” He led the equine down the hall, crossing through a door with the label “Reviewer’s Room” above it. Navigating through the small labyrinth of desks and chairs, Intern eventually stopped at a brand new and shiny wooden easel with a plush red pillow in front of it. “The higher ups figured this setup would be the best suited for you.”

“Oh, it’s all so cute!” Heartshine gave a little hop and drifted onto the awaiting pillow. She squealed as she sank down into its plushiness. “It’s just as soft as it looks. You fellas know how to treat a filly right!”

“All I got was a paper clip,” Intern muttered.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” Clearing his throat, Intern pointed at the easel where an unrolled piece of parchment lay. A quill and ink bottle sat next to the easel. “Well, you should be all set to get to writing. Come find me when you’re done.”

“You got it!” Rolling up her metaphorical sleeves, Heartshine picked up the quill with her teeth, dipped it into the ink, and began putting words to parchment.


Princess Luna is a mare of exacting standards. On the one night a year dedicated to her, she expects things to go smoothly. For several years, they have -- children all across Equestria have come to rejoice in her arrival, to thrill at the Princess of the Night enjoying a few hours of scares and laughs. Things have become routine. Comfortable. Reliable.

Then, one year, Princess Luna makes a simple request to Equestria's foremost experts on everything arcane -- the Foundation for Spellcraft and Alchemy. A small order, easily within the capabilities of the mares and stallions that call the Foundation home. A pair of researchers are all that is needed for such a request, two ponies with steady minds and steadier equipment.

Bramble and Willow are not those researchers.

When the duo are forced to improvise, or risk facing Princess Luna's impending wrath on her only night of the year, they accidentally unleash a creation that threatens to destroy Bridle Falls...or at least make the town smell a little more festive.

It’s October, so you’ll be seeing a few spooky entries in this one. And to start it off, I’m throwing at you a body horror one! In the spirit of MLP, of course.

It’s the night Luna’s been waiting for all year. On this night, it’s her time to shine and she’s even put in an order for some special items to make it even better. Unfortunately, protocol seems to be lacking at the magical foundation in which she put her request in and the researchers bungle things up. What follows is a deliteful series of events that could easily fit into the show. Funny and odd enough to delight the kids but with some fringe horror elements that older fans will enjoy.

If nothing else, read this to see what happens to Luna and how she deals with it. It’s a hoot!

Criminally overlooked, this story got me into the Halloween spirit with fun characters and wacky hijinks. Put this on your Read it NOW list!

Oh Lordy. This story is the best parts of the SCP-programme given form in MLP. The zany hijinks, the random mentions of failed experiments, and the aspects of mild body horror that seems to somehow fit into all of this made the story a delight to read. To me, what made it fun to read was how it juxtaposed the humorous banter between colleagues with the really mildly horrifying stuff that was mentioned in the background. Also watching Luna try to deal with this particularly wild bit of shenanigans was delightful.

Actually, now that I think of it, Mr. Intern, isn’t that lab under Angels HQ? Ooo, that’s a neat looking pen you’ve--

What was I saying?

Opalescence's life is a relaxed, easy-going one. How better to make it interesting than annoying her owner, scrapping with Angel, and generally being a cat?

Perhaps not a horror story, but Opalescence is secretly demonic, right? You’ll think so after getting through this.

I’ve never owned a cat (only cleaned up after them…), so my knowledge of how they act is limited. I know they like furry things to chase after, milk, and racking up views on YouTube videos. After this, I think I’ll add “Secretly Plotting to Take Over the World” to the list. Opalescence knows what she wants and how to get it, masterfully manipulating poor Rarity to practice ruling over her future domain. And (mostly) getting away with it.

Who knew cats could be so evil?

Anyway, this was fun stuff, getting a look at a smaller citizen of Ponyville and how she spends her time. If you want a more laid back experience where the stakes are as high as avoiding a bath, then give this a whirl. It’ll give you a few chuckles and make you reconsider adopting any future hairy hellspawns.

I’ve always wanted to be a cat. It seems like it would be a nice life. A simple life. Full of - Intern… Intern... laser pointer… laser pointer down! We must fight to burn out the red!

Ahem. Anyways, this story is really awesome because it gets you into the head of Opalescence. That’s a perspective you don’t really see too often. Getting to know why she does what she does, why cats do the things they do, and generally how she carries on with this love-hate-love relationship with Rarity. For a pet who is just as mercurial as her owner, it’s an interesting experience to see the world of Ponyville through her lense.

This story takes you through a day in Ponyville in a really unique way, and it makes you smile along the way. I thought it was a great story, and not just because I am a cat lover myself! Hopefully you’ll enjoy it, too!

Traveling to Applewood through the San Palomino desert, Trixie is sweaty and tired. The town she usually stopped at on her way through was missing, and she feared it had been abandoned. When she finally sees a town, it's not the one she remembered, being almost a fortress of sorts.

The town is seemingly abandoned, save for strange mirrors in every home. When she finds out what they're for, she also discovers the town isn't as abandoned as she first thought.

Now for some true horror. Not gonna lie, this one legitimately creeped me out. The setting is isolated and bleak, and the only help you’re going to get is what you bring with you. Trixie learns the hard way that some doors are best left unopened.

What works about this story is the unknown. What we don’t understand frightens us because we feel unprepared to take on these things. Will we screw up trying one thing when we should have gone with another? How do you deal with a situation that has no set rules or if the rules change? This is all that Trixie faces when she pokes her nose in places that she really shouldn’t.

Trixie fans will loves this as it showcases just what she’s capable of. With nopony else to rely on, she’s forced to get out of the predicament she’s in all on her own. Non-Trixie fans should also give this a try, as her more annoying personality traits are put on hold, largely because there’s nopony around to boast at. There’s plenty to recommend, so save this one for a dark night and let the chills crawl down your back.

Horror is a genre that is often difficult to pull off. It requires a lot of effort being put into describing the atmosphere of a place to set the reader at as ill ease as the characters going through the story. Writers have to feed the readers just enough information to make them more and more nervous about what is going on.

Man did this story do that well. Waxworks harkened me back to the time I spent in Arizona and the desert around Albuquerque, and the sort of weird stuff that happens that’ll make the hair on the back of your neck stand up for no good reason. When you ended up places where you knew you should be utterly alone, but felt like you were being watched and felt you should be somewhere else. Seeing Trixie explore a seemingly abandoned town as a relatively unskilled protagonist was the perfect balance of humour and anxiety that made this piece an enjoyable read. Like any good horror story, many of the questions raised in the piece go unanswered, but that makes the ending all the sweeter to get to.

Moving to Ponyville was supposed to be the beginning of a new, exciting life for Sweetie Drops, but things rarely go as planned...

Then again, unexpected events sometimes turn out for the best, as the candy maker gets to meet a pony who has something in common with her: feeling down in the dumps.

We end this week’s post on something more downbeat but no less important. A tale of making a change in one’s life that didn’t turn out quite like what we planned. However, it’s the unexpected things that happen that often leave longer lasting consequences.

Set just before the start of the series, Sweetie Drops is questioning her life choices. We’ve all been there: should I have stayed where I was? Was it a mistake to move to a brand new town? What’s going to happen to me if I continue to stay? It’s relatable and it’s real.

A random decision later has her conversing with another mare in the same position. Or rather, an awkward looking position. This chance meeting doesn’t seem all that important to either pony, but us fans know better and it’s all the sweeter for it.

If you like a dash of melancholy with a pinch of hopefulness for the future, then give this one a chance as well. Despite the tone throughout, it left me with a content smile.

So, I’m a huge sucker for pieces that have some depth that you dig into. I also hate Mondays. That said, Stormy Monday did an excellent job of using limited words to evoke emotions from the reader. You really quickly begin to feel the frustration and desperation that Sweetie Drops feels about her life circumstances. And while the tagline might suggest a ‘misery loves company’ sort of attitude, this story doesn’t stick to that. Not at all.

Stormy Monday is a beautifully emotional piece about two ponies meeting at random, and trying to figure out how to make life work when it clearly isn’t. It’s about making the best of the worst situations, and how having a friend to work through those tough times may make them just a little easier to weather.

“Mr. Intern! I’m done!”

Heartshine looked up from the easel, the parchment filled with exquisite penmanship. She put the quill down and hovered in the air. Looking around, she didn’t see Intern in the immediate area. Just as she was about to ask another one of the Angles where he could be, Archonix, walking by, beat her to it.

“He’s in his ‘office’,” he said, making air quotes with his fingers. “Just look for room J.” He walked off, chuckling.

“Okay. Thanks!” Rolling up the review parchment and tucking it under a foreleg, Heartshine headed back towards the hall. Conveniently, all the doors had little black letters attached to them and it didn’t take long to find the one with a J. She knocked with her free foreleg and waited.

The door opened, allowing a cascade of brooms, mops, and paper towels to spill out. Intern sat in the center of the tiny room, over a water drain. Smiling, Heartshine hoofed over her parchment. “Wow, you get your own room! Lucky you!” Waving good-bye, she closed the door and flew off, missing the quiet sobbing coming from within.

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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*quietly scratches Foundation off his personal list of to-be-recommended stories*





I mean, there's not any reason you can't still do it.


No wonder I immediately thought "Hang on, I know I've just read this... Oh yeah, Paul's list."


Intern did at least get a nice pen apparently according to Heartshine.


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