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  • 116 weeks
    SA: The Last Round

    "So, what do you think, Corejo?" Wanderer D asked, politely showing off the stack of papers in his claw.

    The burlap sack with the printed (in color!) face of Corejo remained silent.

    "I see, yes, yes!" Wanderer D cackled. "Ahahaha! Yes! I agree! This story should do fine! So, who's reviewing it? RT?"

    The sack that had the picture of RTStephens on it tilted just enough for a single potato to roll onto the table.

    "And we have two! Alright, team, I expect you all to figure out who's doing the next one, okay? Let's not keep the readers waiting!" He glanced expectantly at the several sacks with pictures around him. "Alright! Dismissed."

    "Sir?"

    "Ah, intern. Is that my coffee?" Wanderer D took the proffered mug and downed the contents in one go. "Excellent! No time to rest! We have to edit what the guys just handed to me."

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  • 138 weeks
    SA: Round 186

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


    The Dodge Junction train ramp was not where Floydien expected to be part of a reunion.

    He especially didn’t expect it to happen four times in a row.

    “Wait, Winter? What are you doing here?”

    Winter’s eyebrows raised. “On Summer vacation. What about you?”

    “Uh, same.”

    “Guys!”

    The two Angels looked to where the voice came from. Cynewulf came running up to them, a wide brimmed sunhat and sunglasses adorning her head. “Fancy meeting you two here!”

    Floydien scratched his head. “Same. Are you on vacation too?”

    “Yep! Had a blast down on the Horseshoe Bay coast.”

    “Well, ain’t this something!”

    All turned to the fourth voice. Knight strode up, his body decked out in fishing gear, complete with a fishing pole balanced over his shoulder. “Haven’t seen so many of us in one spot since vacation started.”

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  • 153 weeks
    SA: Round 185

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


    Winter and Knight stared out at the bleak townscape. All around them, the fires raged unchecked as Ponyville's former occupants stumbled mindlessly about, their undead faces ravaged by rot and decay as they moaned for sustenance. Knight turned to Winter.

    "Ready to go?"

    Winter nodded and shifted a backpack. "Got everything with me. I guess it's now or never."

    Knight gave a wry smile. "That's the spirit. You do have your reviews, right?"

    "Of course!" he said, patting his chest. "Right here."

    Knight nodded and said, "Alright, here's the plan: we stick to the shadows as much as possible. From what I can tell, their eyesight isn't that good, but their sense of smell is excellent. We just have to stay upwind."

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  • 160 weeks
    SA: Round 184

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


    “I see. Alright, I’ll let him know.”

    Intern twisted a dial on the small mechanical piece attached to his ear, retracting a blue, see-through visor from across his face. He turned to Floydien, crossing his arms. “It’s confirmed. Generation 5 is on its way. Season 2 of Pony Life is just around the corner. And the series finale of Equestria Girls was scrapped for a holiday special.”

    Floydien lifted an eyebrow. “And, what does that mean for us?”

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  • 164 weeks
    SA: Round 183

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


    Over their heads the flak guns peppered the sky. The planes roared and sputtered. The clouds were dark, heavy with the child that was war. It was all noise.


    Cynewulf looked around the bend. “You know, I’ve been reading old fics. Remember Arrow 18?”


    Floydien slipped—a Floydien slipped—One Floydien came through the fractured time in the lower levels of the Sprawling Complex. “Uh, human in Equestria?”


    “Yeah. You know, we were probably too mean about those.”


    “They were terrible. I mean some of them. I guess a lot of everything is terrible.”


    “Well, yes. But anyway, I was reading it, and it occurred to me that what I liked about it was that it felt optimistic in the way that Star Trek was optimistic. It felt naive, but in a way one wanted to emulate. To regress back into it.”


    “Uh, that sounds nice?”

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  • 169 weeks
    SA: Round 182

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


    “Okay, Winter, hit it!”

    Winter pulled a lever that ignited a rocket placed underneath the communal Christmas Tree. The tree blasted through a cylindrical hole and out into the skies beyond. It only took seconds for the tree to become a tiny red dot against the blue sky.

    Winter stepped away from the control panel and down to where Intern was standing behind a fifty-five millimeter thick glass wall. “We could have just picked up the base and tossed it in the garbage bin outside, you know.”

    Intern scoffed. “Yeah, we could, or we can go over the top in a comedic and entertaining manner that leads into our reviews.”

    “You’re getting all meta, now.”

    “Exactly! On to the reviews!”

    ROUND 182

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  • 174 weeks
    SA: Round 181

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


    For the first time in the year that he worked there, FanficFan finally experienced quiet in the Seattle’s Angels Compound. All the other reviewers had gone home for the holidays, leaving him and Intern to submit the last round of reviews of the year. However, with Intern off on an errand, FanficFan was left alone.

    With stories ready to be read by his partner, all the reviewer could really do was wander around the empty building, taking in all the holiday decorations left behind from the Office Christmas Party a few days prior, like office space holiday knick-knacks, lights strown about the ceiling and wreaths on nearly every door. Plus, there was some leftover cookies and egg nog, so that was nice. 

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  • 178 weeks
    SA: Round 180

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


    Cynewulf lay in a grassy field. This was a curious occurrence, as the Seattle Angel’s Dyson Sphere-esque compound basement labyrinth did not usually have grass. 


    But like she had many times before, she’d been teleported here, and whether or not the sky above her was real or not, she didn’t mind. The grass was nice, and the wind was nice, and whatever happened happened.
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    There was a great crash and Corejo stumbled into the grass to her right.

    “Oh, god, are we out? How did—”

    “No clue. I suspect that it’ll just take us back anyhow. Did you have the reviews? The machine came for me a few days ago, so I’ve got mine.”


    “I… Uh, I was late. I mean, we both are, unless you’ve been here for days.”

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  • 182 weeks
    SA: Round 179

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


    Winter peered cautiously out the corner of the broken window, surveying the damage outside. He turned to his companion.

    "Looks like we're trapped in here," he said quietly.

    Intern grunted and adjusted the bandage on his arm. "Nothing we haven't gone through before." He looked up at Winter. "Got your reviews?"

    Winter nodded and patted his chest pocket. "Right here, where they're safe." He turned and looked once more out the window. "Now, it's simply a matter of getting through all those ponies." Winter shuddered as he took in the horrors before him.

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  • 185 weeks
    SA: Round 178

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


    Matthew stumbled through the basement, crouching low to avoid all the pipes on the ceiling. Floydien hadn’t told him much, just that it was extremely important, had nothing to do with Intern, and to take the last fire door on the left.

    After what seemed like eternity in an instant, Matthew finally came to said fire door, damp with sweat and condensation. He carefully undid the latch and opened it with one arm raised just in case of any traps. Only to be greeted with the sounds of maniacal but joyous laughter as he spotted Floydien sitting in the center of the room surrounded by thousands of stacks of papers.

    “I found it!” Floydien said, tossing a stapled pack of papers to Matthew. “I finally found the answer. The answer to all of our questions. To our very existence!”

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Nov
13th
2019

Story Reviews » SA: Round 162 · 4:09am Nov 13th, 2019

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


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…”


Feel free to visit our group for more information and events, and to offer some recommendations for future rounds. See you all next time!


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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