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  • 1 week
    SA: Round 154

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

    “Did, did that actually just happen?” Intern asked, still wide eyed and confused at the image that was seared into his retinas. Paul, not freaking out, and brushing Heartshine’s mane. There was no way that was real.

    “Did what just happen?” Heartshine asked innocently.

    “That thing with Paul!” Intern shouted, startling several researchers and earning several dirty looks. “You. Him. Brush. Calm. ARGH!”

    “You mean him offering to brush my mane after we did our reviews? Yes. He was very nice about it, and his brush was really gentle about getting tangles out!”

    “I have to be hallucinating!” Intern leaned against a wall and breathed heavily. “Is there something in the air? Did I eat something weird again? I know to avoid Cynewulf’s chilli, and all I had for breakfast today was that poptart I scrounged from Level 4.”

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  • 5 weeks
    SA: Round 152

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

    A knock sounded on Matthew’s door, prompting him to look up from his desk. “Come in.”

    Intern slipped in, quickly closing the door behind him. “Good. I don’t think anyone saw me.”

    “What are you up to?”

    Taking carefully measured steps and avoiding any known creaks in the floor, Intern made his way to Matthew’s desk. Keeping his voice in a low whisper, he said, “Okay, you can level with me, right?”

    Matthew felt a headache coming on. “What are you talking about? Level on what?”

    “Oh, c’mon, you can tell me. I think I’ve worked here long enough to be trustworthy.”

    “‘Work’ being subjective, here.” Sighing, Matthew rubbed his temples. “Aren’t there reviews due?”

    “Yeah, but this is important, too.” Intern winced as his voice grew louder, forcing his next words to be quieter. “I gotta know.”

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  • 6 weeks
    SA: Round 151!

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

    "For the last time," Corejo said, throwing his hands up in the air. "The car pulled out in front of me, I swear!"

    He and Chris (yes, THAT Chris) wandered through a used car dealership on a cloudy afternoon. They passed one of those wacky waving inflatable tube men things doing its wacky waviest between them and the nearby highway.

    "It was parked," Chris said. He had his glasses off and was rubbing the bridge of his nose. "It had its hazards on!"

    "That doesn't change the fact it jumped out in front of me!"

    "Except it does," Chris mumbled under his breath.

    He decided against saying that loud enough for Corejo to hear. He didn't need that argument. The migraine behind his eyes was already bad enough just knowing how badly they'd get chewed out once they got back to base.

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  • 9 weeks
    Everfree Northwest & MythrilMoth [Royal Canterlot Library]

    The RCL is taking a break today, as we often do on the weekend of a major pony con, and Everfree Northwest is in full swing in Seattle, WA! If you happen to be in the area, please report any sightings of FanOfMostEverything, who managed to escape the RCL reading dungeon room long enough to experience the beauty of the Pacific Northwest. We'd really like to get him back.

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  • 11 weeks
    SA: Round 150!

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

    Intern rushed through the main work area of the Seattle’s Angels compound, coming to an abrupt stop next to Heartshine.

    “What’s up—AAAHHH!” was all the small pegasus got out before Intern picked her up and dashed back out of the room.

    “No time to talk!” Intern said as he raced through the halls with Heartshine slung under his arm. “We have reviews to do!”

    “What’s the rush?” she asked with a frown. Despite her generally pleasant demeanor, getting carted around without warning ranked around a five on her bottom ten list.

    Intern finally came to a stop, paused to catch his breath, then addressed the question. “It’s our sesquicentennial post.”

    Heartshine’s eyes lit up, giving a happy clop of her hooves. “Ooohhh, really?! We’re turning one-hundred and fifty already?”

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  • 13 weeks
    SA: Round 149

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

    Matthew was waltzing through hallway A-27-84-B, music blaring through his headphones, when he came across a very unfamiliar door. Unfamiliar doors are not that odd of an occurrence in the Seattle’s Angels compound, unless you’ve waltzed through this particular hallway as often as Matthew had.

    So Matthew did the logical thing and opened the door. Only to stumble into thin air and fall three stories onto a purple mat.

    “Oh, hey Matthew,” Cynewulf said, turning her high-backed swivel chair around. “I see you finally found our new research center.” Cynewulf ninja-star threw four files at him. “Now about those reviews that were due last week...”

    ROUND 149

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  • 16 weeks
    SA: Round 148

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

    The Intern dove behind an overturned desk, just in time to hear the tell-tale SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT as his newest creation, Memebot #44, fired its Gak-ling cannon across the lab.

    “I just don’t know what went wrong!” he whined. “I could have sworn I debugged all of the coding that made Memebot #43 turn evil and attempt to turn all of humanity into paperclips!”

    “Maybe we added too much tomato soup? I heard a theory that canned soup sometimes holds magical properties?” Heartshine asked, trying in vain to get the sticky purple substance out of her coat. “And why did you arm it if all of the other creations became evil?”

    The intern waved a hand before pressing the big red button on the bottom of the overturned desk labelled ‘in case of emergency.’

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  • 18 weeks
    SA Round: 147

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

    The Intern wandered the endless mazes alone.

    It is Right that Interns brave the darkness of the maze alone, if you think about it, for is not the intern but a redshirt, writ large and brave? Is the Intern not a kind of mythic creature, which cannot be stopped, which endures weather, unpaid labor, coffee runs, and endless work and comes out on the other side technically alive?

    Yes, all of that, but it didn’t really matter because he hadn’t seen coffee in weeks, there wasn’t any work, and also the Reviews were Due.

    The reviews were a kind of mystery, really. Where did they go? Where did they come from? Who wrote the stories that they read and who supplied the typewriters that they wrote upon? Intern does not know, and he does not ask. The asking is done by the narrator, narrating his--

    “Are you done yet?” he asked.

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  • 22 weeks
    SA Reviews: Round 146

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

    It was a call to action. It was a call for adventure. It was a call to right the wrongs of all those that had come before and secure the future for all that would come after.

    These were not the calls Intern wanted to take while cramming in reviews the day before a deadline. Slamming the phone down for what felt like the hundredth time, Intern continued to furiously type away. Seriously, what type of hyper-techno, sudo-magical organization still used rotary phones anyway?

    At least he wasn’t suffering alone.

    “How much time do we have left?” Chris asked, himself typing at a dizzying pace.

    “Not much, and all these robo-calls are stealing what’s left,” Intern replied. “I knew it was a bad idea when Matthew said he had signed us up for that Hero’s Weekly newsletter. We’re Angels, not the Avengers.”

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  • 24 weeks
    SA Reviews: Round 145

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

    “Hey Cor,” Matthew began, “what would happen if we didn’t have an intro?”

    Corejo thought for a moment. “I have no idea,” he said.

    “Should we… should we try it?”

    “Eh, why the hell not?” Corejo laughed.

    ROUND 145

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Story Reviews » SA: Round 153 · 10:55pm June 29th

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

Intern shot Heartshine a fretful look. “I’m telling you, just be ready.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’re exaggerating,” Heartshine repeated for the hundredth time, trotting happily down the long corridor far from the occupied parts of the SA compound. “How bad can he be?”

“Paul is the most Twilight Sparkle person on the planet,” he reminded her. “He gets dangerous when his schedule is threatened, and he’s always godawful busy. Frankly, I’m not sure he’s even human.”

Heartshine giggled at this. “Neither am I! Boom, instant friends.”

That was when the door to Paul’s spacious office opened ahead of them, the fog of a thousand cooling banks billowing about him, accentuated by the whirring of innumerable servers running at maximum processing speeds. The man’s presence made Intern freeze up, but Heartshine just kept going with that same eager grin. Paul turned to them just when she plopped down at his feet.

“Hi, I’m Heartshine! Wanna do reviews this week with me?”

Paul stared at her impassively. She stared back with big, bright eyes and the most innocent smile in the history of innocent smiles.

Then, abruptly, he picked her up. With a grin that cracked Intern’s sense of reality, he snuggled the pegasus. “You are adorable. I have been waiting for ages to get to work with you! Let’s get started.”

The door closed with a slam, leaving Intern drooling in the hallway as, slowly, his reality pieced itself back together.


Sunset is feeling a bit uprooted facing the changes that come with graduation, so she and her friends set off on a road trip to make this last summer one to remember. And New Mexicolt seems the perfect place. Art, history, and natural beauty abound. But strange auroras haunt the skies, and there are reports of UFOs.

Really, the state motto is The Land of Enchantment. They should have seen this coming.

I am… entertained.

The Rainbooms decide to spend their last summer vacation on a trip to New Mexicolt, which apparently is known for its art, sprawling vistas, and supposed alien encounters. Nobody should be surprised that the latter ends up being the most important part.

Most of the story involves the Rainbooms going alien hunting, which is the last thing I’d have ever expected to see them doing, but here we are. Woven into this is a sublot involving Rarity crushing on Sunset, who is already dating Twilight, which makes things all kinds of awkward. But hey, romantic awkwardness is a big attractor for me, so I’m not complaining.

There are some hangups, such as how the story ends with startling swiftness and none of the wild events they inevitably encounter are ever properly explained. But then I realized at the end that all those weird events and encounters were never the point of the story: the love triangle is. And that just makes me all the happier.

I can still see a lot of people scratching their heads and wanting to know more, though.

Ah, New Mexico. I love New Mexico. It’s warm, it’s usually dry, it’s also weird as heck. La Tierra Encantada is translated on the license plates as ‘the land of enchantment’, which is super cute because the better translation is the land of ensorcellment. In the bewitching sort of sense!

Which is why I was super drawn to this story. Seeing the Rainbooms off on an adventure in a new place that I happen to love got me hooked before I even started reading. But realising that this had a Sunset x SwiggleTwiggles x Rarity made it all the more fascinating. I think us looking at missed connections we could have had when we’re in a relationship is something too few of us do. Which is fair; the feeling of ‘what if?’ gets pretty painful pretty fast. But being able to explore that as part of a journey is what makes life interesting, no?

That said, I was half expecting this story to end up like I did in New Mexico once: alone on a desert highway, when suddenly my car lost all power, and spookily a jet black C-130 flew about 30 feet over my head. The Rainboom’s encounter is all the weirder than that, but I think the best part of the story is that not much is explained, or resolved. We’re left wondering if the truth is truly out there, and what in the heck it may be!

She was stuck at the top of a broken Marris wheel when the stallion in the next gondola over started talking to her. With nothing else to do, she talked back. Once the wheel got fixed, they agreed to keep talking. Now, they wander around around the carnival, conversing about nothing in particular. Growing up, griffons, mortality, stars, rigged carnival games, alicornhood, whatever crosses their minds. It's a great way for them to get to know each other.

But they only have until the carnival closes. After that, they'll need to go their separate ways. Even if they don't want to.

This is a treat to behold. Styling itself as a romance, this story defies a lot of the tropes of the genre. It isn’t about two ponies becoming madly in love and swapping tongue juices, but about a pair of individuals who, over the course of a few short hours, learn about one another through idle chatter at a festival. Along the way, Rambling Writer gives us a ton of juicy tidbits without ever seeming to try.

Theories on alicorn immortality, revelations around rigged carnival games, and discussions of the stars work to subtly bring out a mass of worldbuilding and friendshipping that is refreshingly interesting and make up a delightful whole. And in the midst of it all are two ponies who, gradually, may be finding they want to learn so much more about one another. That’s what I enjoy about this one: it’s all about exploring, be it relationships, the world at large, or just the local festival. It is a little bittersweet at the end, but hey, that’s what sequels are for.

This deserves far more attention than it has. By all means, give it a go.

So… Paul dropped this story on me, and I don’t think he realised he was suggesting something that was exactly up my alley. While it’s set as the backdrop of a romance story, this story goes much deeper than that, and I love it for that. Paul mentions that it breaks the tropes of romance stories, but what it does do is show the power of focussed attention and conversation. There’s a psychological study that shows that one can elicit intimacy in complete strangers just by having honest, attentive conversations. The study did silly things like creating a list of questions, but I’ve always wondered if it wasn’t so much the questions themselves, as how much time and attention people give each other in the process.

The story also asked a lot of deep questions that, at points, made me get up from my computer and go stare out my back window for a while. In a very delicate and gentle way, this story pokes at questions I think everyone has about growing up but not feeling grown up. That sort of indescribable feeling that comes from being in your mid twenties, being told that you’re an adult now, and fearing that everyone is going to one day find out you’ve been totally making this up as you go.

The ending was bittersweet, and left me wanting more. So I uh, went and read the sequel, because I have no self control and love this sort of writing!

Some ponies want fame. Some ponies want money. Some ponies want not to be alone. It is a primal urge allowing them to withstand the distant fear of death. Wanting to be remembered, to leave something behind cannot be held against anypony.

However, there are those who just want a piece of cardboard to lie on so that the ground isn't so cold, a place shielded from wind and rain, and some leftovers to munch on from time to time. They prefer to not think of themselves as ponies so that not having any of the normal things doesn't hurt so much.

They are happy. No, they look happy.

I loved this piece, and its central character Greyscale. It’s not a light story, though, and I don’t just mean its length. Featuring themes of mental retardation public stigma, it includes such a range of troubling elements as attempted suicide, medical malpractice, and incest, to say nothing of mental disorders. I know, I know ,that makes this piece sound rough.

But then there’s Greyscale, our bumbling simpleton protagonist. Greyscale is always looking at the positive side of things, has faith in the good in others, and is all around the nicest, kindest pony you’ll ever meet. His path is winding, from military barracks to mental asylums to brothels, but everywhere he goes, he makes a change in ponies’ lives. It is, at times, sad to see him bumble through life thinking so low of himself, yet at the same time he has this charm to him that is easy to appreciate.

Greyscale sells this story for me, and the other actors are no slouches either. The story is at times hard-hitting, at others amusing, but always interesting. With every chapter, you learn a little more. With every terrible defeat (and they do sometimes get terrible), a new chance for victory and for our poor protagonist to shine through.

If Greyscale teaches us nothing else, it’s that Friendship is Magic.

Oh wow. This story gave me a lot of mixed feelings for a variety of reasons. Like Paul said, it’s not an easy read. The 100k length wasn’t the scary bit, but a lot of the scenes have moments that juxtapose heartwarming with horrifying. Nameless Narrator can be quite unflinching in his delivery of some of the darker parts of life, but is equally gentle at times with the genuine friendship Greyscale shows to the other characters in the story.

Set in the backdrop of a pony who isn’t the brightest, Nameless Narrator does well to also weave elements of mystery to the entire story. If you can get through the scenes that can be quite uncomfortable to read, this story is definitely worth a look.

When Dinky Doo finds something unexpected under her bed, she decides to find out what put it there.

Diabetes, people. This is a surefire way to get it.

Dinky is convinced she can see all the things the adults can’t, even if she hasn’t yet. Today, she decides to prove it to herself by doing a stakeout in her own home. As these things go, she finds what she’s looking for, and it is as cute as she is.

This is a lighthearted and joyful look at the world through the eyes of a child, with  a dash of foalhood fantasy-made-reality sprinkled in. I loved it the first time I read it and I love it this time even more. Dive in a get ready for some Dinkybetes.

Oh goodness, this story is pure sugar, but also really fun! I think, as adults, we sometimes lose a bit of our knack for finding magic everywhere in the world. Dinky knows that, even in a world of magic, there’s a magic beyond magic that sometimes other ponies don’t know about.

Short and sweet, like Dinky, it’s nice to see a world unfettered by worries like Dragons and Changelings, and only about what caused something to happen. Dinky’s childlike logic at explaining why things in Equestria happen are darling, and seem pretty on point for how children will make up their own explanations for why the world works.

Plus juice boxes make an appearance here, and those are great.

I miss juice boxes. I should buy some.

Intern finally dared to poke his nose through the door to Paul’s office. He gaped at the sight of the man settled cross-legged on the floor, grooming Heartshine’s mane with a brush while they hummed Winter Wrap Up together. Both looked as content as newborn babies. All the servers and computers and cooling units were shut down for what may have been the first time since they’d been turned on.

Slowly, Intern inched his way into the room. “Uh, guys? The reviews?”

Eyes closed, Heartshine gestured with a wing to one of the desks, where the reviews sat in a stack so neat only Paul could have made it. “You can take them, if you want.” She let out a sound like a purr as Paul scratched behind her ears.

Intern relaxed, taking the reviews. He allowed himself a moment to admire the two of them together. “I gotta admit, Paul, I never thought you’d warm up to her so quickly, especially considering how these things eat into your schedule.”

Paul raised an eyebrow. “Are you serious? Intern, why are any of us even here?”

Intern considered many options, most of which were laughable at best. Finally, he shrugged. “To write reviews?”

“Ponies, Intern.” He booped Heartshine’s muzzle as if in demonstration, making her giggle. “Ponies.

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Paul raised an eyebrow. “Are you serious? Intern, why are any of us even here?”

Intern considered many options, most of which were laughable at best. Finally, he shrugged. “To write reviews?”

“Ponies, Intern.” He booped Heartshine’s muzzle as if in demonstration, making her giggle. “Ponies.

What? Impossible!

I have seen many things while slavingworking for the Angels. I shudder to think of anything beyond what I've witnessed this day.

Wanderer D

5081664 Most of the other stuff must be contained and kept away from the public eye

Ponies. Ponies, indeed!:twilightsmile:

And Heartshine is cutest pony!

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