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  • 2 weeks
    SA: Round 163

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    Heartshine sat by the fireplace, waiting. She had everything laid out, just like Cynewolf had said. Pumpkin pie, Pumpkin muffins, Pumpkin spice latté, and of all things, Ugg boots. Heartshine was skeptical when Cynewulf said that the boots were necessary for the ritual, but who was she to question the wisdom of human traditions?

    Slowly, the clock on the wall ticked, and yet nothing happened.

    The door behind her swung open, and Intern poked his head in.

    “Uh, what are you doing?”

    “I’m waiting for the Great Pumpkin!” Heartshine cheerfully replied, pointing at her offerings to the human nature spirit. “Cynewulf said that humans celebrate Thank and Giving with pumpkins to appease the Great Pumpkin. She said if you’re good, you get presents and a good harvest!”

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  • 6 weeks
    SA: Round 161

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    Intern sighed, looking at his clock built into his heads up display for the dozenth time. He tapped his foot impatiently, arms crossed, and passing the time by whistling a formless tune. No wonder no one else wanted to invite the new guy in when it was going to be this boring.

    His clock beeped. At precisely that moment, the mirror Intern stood in front of began to glow and churn. The sound of an engine revving up could be heard somewhere beyond the swirl of space/time.

    Intern scratched his head. “I could of sworn we’ve done this bit before…”

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  • 6 weeks
    SA: Round 160

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    “Who was the intern again?”

    Chris turned with a baffled look. “What? And also, what the heck?”

    Cyne held his hand as he swayed back and forth over the endless abyss. The bridge linking the Infinite Archives with the District of a Thousand Delicatessens had given out as it did every 20 hours or so, because the ever growing labyrinth that made up the Seattle’s Angels HQ bunker. They’d just messed up the timing by a hair.

    “Yeah, who was the intern?” Cynewulf asked again, regardless of the dire circumstances. “I keep forgetting and by rights at some point it should have been me?”


    “For pony’s sake please pull me up right th—“


    “Furthermore,” she continued, her lupine claws digging in as she pulled him up but by bit, “why do we have interns? And how did we come to be here?”

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  • 10 weeks
    SA: Round 159

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    If there was one thing Intern had learned during his time with Seattle’s Angels, it was that the reviewers really valued their downtime. Scouring for new stories to feature was exhausting work, not to mention the time it took to write perfect posts week in and week out. A chance to get away from that, even for a few fleeting minutes, was more precious than Zap Apple jam spread over a slice of apple pie on a cool evening overlooking the picturesque view of the compound’s vast corn syrup fields.

    “Want to tone it down on the metaphor, there?”

    Intern started at hearing Matthew’s voice right behind him. He whirled around, slapping his laptop shut, and holding it protectively against his chest. “Mine!”

    Matthew cocked his head. “Have you been getting into our supply of poison joke again?”

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  • 12 weeks
    SA: Round 158

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    Heartshine flew just a couple inches over Paul’s shoulder, rubbing her hooves together anxiously. “Are you sure you want to do this? You don’t have to if you don’t want to, y’know.”

    Paul glanced over his shoulder at her, eyebrow raised. “For the last time, yes. I don’t see any reason not to.”

    She flitted about his head like an agitated bird, her voice gaining a slightly higher pitch. “B-but, what if somepony finds out what we’re doing? You have a reputation. A good one! I don’t want to ruin that.”

    He rolled his eyes, hand on the doorknob to his office. “If I’m okay with everyone knowing I’m a brony, then I’m okay with this. So relax! What we’ve got together is special, Heartshine, and I’m not going to let anything get in the way of that.”

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  • 14 weeks
    SA: Round 157

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    Matthew walked into Corejo’s broom closet office. “Hey Cor, all my reviews are done, we just need yours and an intro/outro and we should be good.”

    Corejo looked up from his chalkboard computer. “Just got one left, but all my others are done. I’ll hand ‘em in once it’s done.”

    “Alright, cool. Any ideas for the intro stuff?”

    “Not really.” Corejo shrugged. “Unless you wanna transcribe this conversation. People will think it’s funny. Until they’re like, ‘you’re not funny.’ And then we’ll be had.”

    ROUND 157

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  • 17 weeks
    SA: Round 156

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    “Put them over there, if you would.”

    Intern did as instructed as best he could with his vision impared by a small hill of boxes and bags. Wobbling with so much merchandise in his grip to fill a Hot Topic shop, he somehow managed to set it all down with nary a single plushie falling. He sighed with relief, wiping some sweat from his brow. “Is that all of it?”

    Cynewulf eyed him as though he had asked if she could speak color. “What? Heaven’s no, that was just the first hour at the con. I’ve got three days worth still for you to bring in.”

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  • 18 weeks
    SA: Round 155

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    Ebon Quill wandered down the empty hallway.  How long had he been walking? Hours, it seemed.  Why did the SA headquarters have a twenty mile long hallway?  He wasn’t sure, but he felt with a deep-seated certainty that, if he did know, he’d hate the answer.  Pausing to wipe his brow, he knocked on a door with a resigned passivity borne of the knowledge that, if the last 2,231 rooms had been empty, the odds of finding a human in this one were low.

    “Coming!” came a chipper voice from inside.

    A moment later, Chris threw the door open.  “Ah, Ebsy, you’re just in time!” Throwing an arm around Quill, Chris ushered him into the room.  “Come on, we’ve got reviews to write.”

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  • 21 weeks
    SA: Round 154

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    “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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  • 23 weeks
    SA: Round 153

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    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.”

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Nov
13th
2019

Story Reviews » SA: Round 162 · 4:09am November 13th

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Matthew slung his arm over the top of the office divider. “Hey, Drake. I heard you wanted to talk to someone?”

Drake turned around from his deck, looking at a piece of paper in his hands. “I was just looking at my schedule here. According to this, I’m on the crew for reviews this week?”

Matthew nodded. “That’s right.”

“But, I was on the review crew last time, too. And I just started here.” Drake scratched his head. “How come I’ve been assigned a double on my first month?”

“Well, all the review spots are assigned on a volunteer basis.”

Drake shifted his eyes from side to side. “I didn’t volunteer for this week.”

“No, but everyone else didn’t not not volunteer before you, so, yeah.” Matthew shrugged. “It happens.”

Drake slumped in his chair. “So I’m doing a double shift on my first month here.”

“Yeah, and if you could have those reviews done and on my desk by Monday, that’d be greaaaat.” Matthew grinned and patted him on the shoulder.

ROUND 162


Queen Chrysalis is trying to take over Equestria!

Meanwhile, Berry Punch sleeps in. She's a member of an elite guard, and she sleeps in?! Pinkie doesn't mind, but Bon Bon does. Being an Elite means watching out for Changelings. Is Berry good at what she does?


This is a slice of life piece about life in the refugee camp see in the Chrysalis future of “The Cutie Re-Mark”, following Berry Punch as she goes about her day and her duties to the camp. We get a wide variety of characters here, see how life has changed for them, and their efforts to try and bring a sense of normalcy and hope to an abnormal, hopeless situation.

Throughout the story, the simple fact that it’s the changeling future lends a sense of tension to everything, like any character may turn out to be a spy. And that kind of paranoia is just the kind of thing the changelings are great for in how a writer can use them. By the story’s end, things seem both a bit brighter and a bit darker than before. Such is life hiding for your life from the hive.

Slice of life stories in the Cutie Re-Mark verses don’t happen often, and for a reason, but this one worked out just fine.

Berry Punch starts the day like any other, sleep in late, get yelled at, wait for her night patrol to start. But today something different happened, today they find something. I really love how this story captures the feel of a resistance camp led by Equestrians. Despite all the adults being forced to become soldiers, there is still such an emphasis on family and caring for each other, especially the young foals. Because, let’s be honest, that’s pretty much the reason the Equestrians are even resisting in the first place.


Twilight is a young crystal pony who has a serious problem. Unlike the other ponies whose coats are brilliant and translucent, Twilight is bland and dull.

The upcoming Crystal Heart ceremony is her last chance to shine. She'd better not fail, because if she does...

Well, let's just say that there's a reason why ponies like her disappear.


An early line gave away what I felt would be the “twist” of the story, and almost made me stop reading, fearful that I had stumbled into some Rainbow Factory-esque AU about the Crystal Ponies. Thankfully I was proven wrong. I’m usually not one for dark content as a personal taste, but I recognize when it is done well, and it is done very well here. Though, that detail I speak of may turn some off - the only reason this fic doesn’t need a “Gore” tag is because the biological nature of Crystal Ponies dulls the horror a bit, but is still terrifying and grotesque to think about.

For those that can handle such things, this story is a discussion of morality, despair, hope, hate, and innocence, crafting an alternate world for the Crystal Ponies where Cadance is forced to struggle with such concepts, and the reader sees the results through the eyes of Twilight and her brother. The action scenes are well done and suitably full of dread and tension, and the dialogue is a bit wordy but works to convey the themes and characters. The ending is a bit abrupt, yet hopeful and happy in what it leaves us with.

Oh boy does this deserve that dark tag.

This story essentially imagines what it would be like if Cadance had to retake the Crystal Empire herself, with Crystal Twilight thrown in. And so begins a story of morality, hope, prejudice, love, fear, and betrayal. You see, Twilight isn’t like the other crystal ponies. Her coat isn’t shiny and see-through like all the others. You know who’s coat her’s is like? Sombra’s. And Cadance won’t let that stand.

This story’s strength is in the tension and drama of the scenes. The ups and downs of hope and despair as the character dynamics shift. The close-calls that Twilight has, the loss and pain she endures. And at the very end? Just a hint of light after a very dark tunnel.


When Trixie's brand new wagon breaks down in the middle of Hoofington, she finds herself unable to repair her broken wheel herself. So she decides to call upon Equestrian Roadside Assistance for help.

It will be a decision she is doomed to regret as she is forced to confront automatic voice directories, unhelpful operators, intolerable hold times, lovecraftian madness, gastrointestinal distress, and moronic protocol.

Trixie will never leave Hoofington with her sanity intact.


“Trixie doesn’t trust wheels” is such a ridiculous non-sequitur, how could it not inspire fanfics trying to explain that logic? This result of such effort is as absurd and funny as the line itself. This is a fic where Trixie is made to ensure the abuse of a universe that hates her and wants her to suffer, and it is hilarious. Character voicing is top-notch, making already amusing material even funnier when it’s filtered through Trixie’s unique brand of ham. The slow degradation of her sanity in escalation of events is a joy to witness and there are many, many memorable one-liners to make you laugh out loud, punctuated by a very appropriate final word from our favorite showmare to cap it off.

Wheels. The worst invention ever. I get that they’re terrible and all, but why does Trixie hate them so much? That’s what this story seeks to answer.

If you’re a fan of Trixie and comedy, I’d highly recommend this for you. Essentially, the universe is seeking to abuse Trixie in any way possible. The escalation of events and Trixie’s reaction to them is top notch, and the ending does not disappoint.


After the return of Princess Luna, Equestria entered a period of unparalleled innovation. Space flight and faster-than-light travel became not only reachable goals, but reality. And so equine civilization expanded throughout the cosmos. But in their search for other intelligent life, they discovered a race that could not be befriended, appeased or reasoned with. The race they encountered existed only to feed.

Now, in a war where defeat means extinction, any victory counts.


Here we get a brief glimpse at a futuristic Equestria at war with an alien Changeling horde. An intense battle scene with Twilight plays out before us, accompanied by an emotional moment in the middle. The fact this is a one-shot AU ups the stakes, you don’t know for sure Twilight will get out of this alive and any moment may be her last. The battle is described in great detail and is very tense and engaging, and while a few details can get lost in unfamiliar and unexplained technobabble, it’s sort of part of the genre and so it works for this sort of story. I kept reading right to end, eager to see how the battle would play out, and was very satisfied when I reached it.

There are two things I absolutely love. Changelings and space warfare. This has both, and does both amazingly.

So we start off with a simple AU, Luna comes back, Equestria advances a few thousand year’s worth in just a few decades and launches into a space age, only to discover they aren’t alone. And the others aren’t peaceful. What follows is a wonderful, tense description of battle and an amazing example of Twilight’s character. Even despite the circumstances, she still cares about the lives of everypony more than victory. And that’s what this story is really about. Victory in the lives of those who live.


“Nice work on those reviews, man!” Matthew gave a triumphant shake of his first over the cubicle wall. “I knew you could come through for us.”

Drake nodded and wiped his brow. “What does this job pay, again?”

“Exposure.”

“...Exposure?”

“Yeah. You get all your deepest, darkest secrets exposed for everyone to see.”

Drake thought for a moment and shrugged. “Well, it was either this or scraping out the gutters on Sweet Apple Acres.”

“Riiight, thanks for reminding me, Applejack needs a favor and everyone else I’ve asked hasn’t not not volunteered for it…”


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Are you interested in becoming an angel yourself? See this post for all the details on how to apply! The deadline will be the end of the day of Round 163. That’s in only two weeks! Apply now!

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I feel so... rejected when there are no comments for days like this. It’s weird.

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Views are about the same. Perhaps you sold it so well, everyone rushed to read 'em!

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