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  • 4 weeks
    SA: Round 165

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

    The Wolf in Black fled across the desert, and the Floydien followed.

    It was the apotheosis of all deserts, huge, standing to the sky in what looked like all directions. From the abandoned Office Badlands to the Lost Gyro Food Trucks of Level 17 it stretched its sandy claws, white and blinding and thirsty and featureless, save for the distant hazed-cloud mirage of the brutalist architecture that marked much of the lower depths of the Seattle’s Angel’s Inifini-plex.

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  • 6 weeks
    SA: Round 164

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

    Chris walked down the corridors of Seattle’s Angels HQ, sipping a cup of coffee as he went. 

    “Did Matthew really have to have everyone come in today? I know it’s the first meeting of the year, but this is ridiculous,” he said as he took another sip. 

    As he made his way into the conference room, he took notice that the table seemed…. Bigger… than it was when he left for the holidays. 

    He plopped to his seat next to EbonQuill. “Does the table seem bigger to you, or is it just me?”

    “Didn’t you get the email?” EbonQuill questioned. “Matthew said he was bringing on the newbies to start off the new year. ‘New Year, New Blood,’ I think he called it.”

    Not in the right frame of mind to be caught by surprise, Chris took another sip of his coffee, his visage one of exasperation. 

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  • 9 weeks
    SA: Round 164

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

    Matthew walked the quiet halls of the Seattle’s Angels compound, taking in this brief moment of peace and tranquillity. Many of the staff had taken off for the holidays, leaving just a few stragglers behind to finish up the year’s work. Next year’s posts still loomed large, but Matthew could ignore it for now and enjoy the—

    A crash came from the Angels’ office area, interrupting Matthew’s inner exposition. Sighing, he headed into the large work area so see Intern struggle to get a small flying drone under control. The drone crashed into Corejo’s desk, splintering the wooden structure into kindling before taking off again. Straight for Matthew.

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  • 13 weeks
    SA: Round 163

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

    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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  • 15 weeks
    SA: Round 162

    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.”

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  • 17 weeks
    SA: Round 161

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

    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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  • 18 weeks
    SA: Round 160

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

    “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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  • 22 weeks
    SA: Round 159

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

    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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  • 24 weeks
    SA: Round 158

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

    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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  • 26 weeks
    SA: Round 157

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

    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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Story Reviews » SA: Round 166 · 10:00pm February 8th

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

Drake marched back and forth in front of the desk, hands clasped behind his back. “So, you think you have what it takes to be a Seattle’s Angel reviewer, do ya?”

Winter_Solstice darted his eyes to the side. “Well, I applied and you guys accepted me, so…”

They accepted you!” Drake thrust a finger at Winter. “I haven’t yet! I need to make sure you’re up to snuff!”

“Aren’t we just reviewing fanfics?” Winter shrugged. “I’ve got experience with that, shouldn’t be a problem?”

“Is that so?” Drake glared and crossed his arms. “What have you done for reviewing before?”

“I was a reviewer for Twilight’s Library.”

Drake lowered his arms a bit and his glare softened. “Really?”

“And then Tag-a-long’s Bookclub, Rage Reviews! and The Goodfic Bin.”

Drake’s jaw dropped. “Whoa. Dude, you should be marching around my desk yelling at me!” Drake grinned. “Can you do that?”

Winter raised an eyebrow. “I think we have some reviews to do first.”




Everywhere she goes, Wandering Star takes her humble mason jar and its precious contents.

And she goes everywhere.

Someday, she'll find the place where the jar is meant to be opened. But not yet.

This is a short but emotional and sticking piece about the nature of grief and how some people handle it. Wandering Star is a simple but effective OC, endearing and relatable in her struggle, and the story’s use of Twilight as a Celestia figure is perfectly executed. The story is short, but the emotions it presents are very substantial.

One of the many perks of being a story reviewer is one gets the opportunity to find gems like this one. Here we have a very sweet but poignant glimpse into one pony’s search for “the perfect resting place.” In just a few short sentences, the author has given us an unknown character and breathed life into her, so that we the readers are immediately invested. Wanda Star,the unicorn protagonist, is searching for a place to lay the ashes of her friend, Autumn Flash. She’s traveled far over Equestria, even close to its borders in her search, but nowhere is good enough. The author makes no attempts at a cheap pulling of the heartstrings with flowery dialogue or overlong descriptions, but makes every word count, even as short as this tale is. This story needs no sequel nor is it any longer than it needs to be. So, if you wished to be moved by a tale you won’t soon forget, take ten minutes and give this one a read.

Mrs. Cake’s life isn’t always a piece of cake. The bakery needs running, Pound and Pumpkin are always up to something, and babysitters aren’t always easy to come by.

Original draft was an entry for Everfree Northwest 2018 Iron Author Contest. Received an Honorable Mention by Xepher.

Credit to Xepher for the short description.

There is perhaps nothing else so chaotic in the world than a baby, and that chaos reaches geometric levels as there are more of them. Seeing through the eyes of Mrs. Cake here, we see what her day is like trying to care for the twins and dealing with all manner of antics from them. It’s a frantic, funny piece that really paints a picture of the life of a parent, and has a sweet little ending to take the edge of the poor girl dealing with such a thing.

Ah, parenthood! It was said best by Ellen Canterow: “Making the decision to have a child–it's momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.” Here we have (what we hope) is an atypical day in the life of the Cakes, from Cupcake’s point of view. Being a parent myself, I can remember days like this, and laugh now. 

I didn’t laugh then.

It’s not easy to craft a great story solely from one character’s perspective, but here we are. From trying to get the twins in bed, to dealing briefly with Pinkie, to trying to keep a date with her husband, we get to see a side of the Cakes a child’s television program was not able to show, and we love it!

And no, Mrs. Cake...your child wasn’t playing in chocolate.

It’s never chocolate.

Note: Story is rated M; link directs to author profile

I have a great life. I have an amazing daughter and a best friend that I couldn't love more even if she is a bit too high-energy for my tastes. I love a nice glass of wine before bed.

My name is Berry Punch and I have a problem.

I tend to avoid dark fics, so I really appreciate when a talented author can go dark places, take me there, and keep me sticking around without being run off. The story’s first line contains a promise and as it keeps going you begin to realize what that promise is and that it is going to be kept, and it’s a heck of an emotional ride to get to the end and see the payoff.

This is a tragic, sad, heartwrenching tale of Berry Punch’s life, or what’s left of it. Seeing the squalor of her own creation she lives in and the struggle it is for her just to have a normal day really make you ache for her. How her life became this way isn’t given in much detail, but that isn’t the focus, the focus is on the present, and the present is not looking good for her.

Simply a powerful, well-done piece of dark literature.

This. This is a dark, disturbing and insightful view of the pains of addiction. It reminded me of It Spills Over, by ambion. I have a folder in my Library labeled “The Very Best,” and both those tales are in it. In this one, the author takes us step by significant step down to its conclusion, one the reader does not see coming.There is a light at the end of the tunnel, but it’s a very long tunnel.

This was so well written I contacted the author out of concern for his wellbeing. His reply? “Write what you know.” Once you read it, you’ll see what I mean.

Blades are drawn and passions ignite when Twilight the Student catches Lady Rarity stealing a book from the Forbidden Archives.

Shipping and swordfighting, a recipe for a great story as far as I’m concerned. The banter as the two duel is top-notch and I cannot help but wonder how strong an influence The Princess Bride played in this. If unintentional, it is still welcome for helping to paint a picture of the battle and the ponies dueling it. It’s also quite entertaining to see how an attraction can grow between the two even as they exchange insults and sword blows, but it works.

This is only a one-shot, but it ends with a promise of more and makes it clear this is a larger world than what we see. And if Twilight and “Platinum” ever do spar again, I’d be very eager to read it if it’s half as intense as this one.

It never ceases to amaze me how some authors can take familiar, beloved characters and present them as if we’re meeting them for the first time. Here we have a duel, not only of swords, but of hearts as well. I wouldn’t be surprised if the author did indeed watch The Princess Bride before writing this, or even V for Vendetta. The tale manages to recreate the excitement of watching two swordmasters at work on the screen, to the written word, and that is no easy feat. It also fits into my headcanon for Rarity. She is the most feminine of the Mane Six, but in my mind, (and in this tale) she is also a skilled fighter. 

I’m looking forward to a sequel, if one is ever written, and I’ll have my popcorn ready for another exciting ride!

“Come on, pick it up!” Winter glared as he leaned over Drake’s shoulder. “You’ve been on that chapter for half an hour!”

“It’s over twenty thousand words!” Drake groaned.

“Then read faster!” Winter shook his head in disapproval. “A good author can type over sixty words a minute, a good reader should be at least three times that fast!”

“Reading a hundred and eighty words a minute?” Drake tilted his head. “I’m not sure that’s all that fast.”

“How do you know? Have you ever sat down and timed how much you can read in a minute?”


“Then shut up and keep reading!” Winter paused. “I’m not being too mean, am I?”

“No way!” Drake grinned and giggled. “This is awesome! I’m living the dream!”

“You have weird dreams.”

“I know.”

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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Comments ( 13 )

"The Mason Jar"

Fool me once... :rainbowderp:

Author Interviewer

Yay for Epic Yarn! :D

Thank you for reviewing another one of my stories! And yes, parenthood is both hard and rewarding. Let’s just say that I’ve definitely had my fair share of “that’s not chocolate” moments.

You’re right. It’s never chocolate.

lol...how did it fool you once?

I can't believe it. Thank you.

Soge #6 · 2 weeks ago · · ·

Positive comparisons to "It Spills Over" are always welcome. That fic is such a gem.

Do yourself a favor and don't search the internet for pony mason jar.

Must...resist! Can't...search...meme...

How bad could it be...?

...kill it! KILL IT WITH FIRE!!

Uh... You guys realise you did Round 164 twice? :twilightsmile:

Now, how do you figure that? It's different stories with different reviewers.

I feel like I've maybe missed out on a joke, but I was wondering why this is 166 and not 167.

Now I see what you're talking about: 164 WAS created twice. You're right, this should be 167. I'm sure the admins will fix it.

Whaaatt? Noo.... you're just seeing things...
This totally isn't like that time we labeled #110 as #104, nor is it like when we lost #123, I think it was.

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