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  • 1 week
    SA: Round 173

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    It was, thought the duck, a very nice day. From her spot in the reedy pond, the short-cropped field of grass stretched out in the rising summer sun, a vast expanse of green surrounded by thin woods. Fat, lethargic clouds hung in the air with the idle threat of rain.

    She was, all things considered, a lucky duck.

    A faint noise caught her attention, some sort of animalistic sound from the woods on the opposite end of the field. Far away from her, and probably nothing. The duck settled back down into the water, relaxing.

    Something very fast and very round came hurtling towards her, and the duck squawked and took flight as the object impacted the water.

    There came a whirring sound over the field, and before long, an electric cart crested the hill.

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  • 6 weeks
    SA: Round 171

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    A lone figure topped the rise, then looked down at the ramshackle town situated below. An errant gust of wind blew the sand upwards as he readjusted his goggles and the red scarf that covered the lower half of his face. He scanned the town for the dive bar his sources had told him would be here. Where he might find...him.

    The figure stumbled down the rise, into the town proper. The bar was unmistakable, with various indescribable vehicles parked outside, all weathered by the sand and wind. A large skull of some long-ago creature adorned the top of the doorway, as the figure pushed inside.

    All the patrons looked up and stared at the new arrival, as the man slowly unwound his scarf and removed his goggles. Piercing the crowd with a steely gaze, he made his way to the bar, where the barkeep watched him warily.

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  • 9 weeks
    SA: Round 170

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    FanficFan surveyed the open courtyard cautiously, staying still while waiting for any sign of movement. After several minutes of this, he took a few steps, then grew still again. Nothing came out to stop him. Growing bolder, Fanfic stepped forwards again, lengthening his stride. Once again, nothing impeded his progress.

    He kept this up for a few more minutes until he reached the center of the courtyard where a single bush lay. Casting one more glance around the enclosure, he reached down and pulled on the bush. Instead of resisting his tug, the plant easily came away from the ground, revealing no roots underneath. What was underneath was a manhole cover previously hidden from sight. Putting the bush aside, Fanfic rapped his knuckles against it.

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  • 14 weeks
    SA: Round 169

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    Floyd never really got why FanficFan always insisted on the both of them carrying all the groceries in one trip to avoid multiple excursions to… the outdoors. Sure, it meant fewer trips to the van, but he didn’t think toilet paper was meant to be stacked this high.

    “Are you sure you don’t need help with that?” Floyd asked, his arms looking like a coat rack overburdened with shopping bags.

    “No, no,” FanficFan retorted, straining to keep the toilet paper tower, easily double his height, from tipping over. “You’re already carrying enough. I got this. I’m just glad we got as much as we did. At least we have a valid reason to be getting all this toilet paper. This is a reasonable amount for at most twenty people being quarantined together in one building.”

    “Doesn’t mean judgey people aren’t going to judge.”

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  • 16 weeks
    SA: Round 168

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    Paul, chair swivelled away from the dozen or so monitors with screens of stories, reviews, and video games all running concurrently, stared at Cynewulf. He did not appear amused. Quite the opposite, in fact. His scowl was somewhere between deadpan and frustrated, as though he couldn’t decide which one he wanted to display more. “You want me doing reviews for SA now?”

    Cyne grinned sheepishly. “Yes? You said you’d be available.”

    Last week, I said I’d be available. Is it last week?”

    She raised a finger in the air. “Technically, the week doesn’t roll over until—”

    “The correct answer is no.” He turned back to his monitors, fingers already blurring over the keyboards. “Some of us have review blogs outside of SA. Some of us have and keep schedules. Some of us—”

    “We’ll pay you double-time.”

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  • 21 weeks
    SA: Round 166

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    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.”

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  • 23 weeks
    SA: Round 165

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    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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  • 25 weeks
    SA: Round 164

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    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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  • 28 weeks
    SA: Round 164

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    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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  • 32 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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Story Reviews » SA: Round 172 · 5:57pm June 6th

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Cyne templed her fingers in the ruins of the empty office block. It had been empty before, which was probably for the best, but it somehow felt doubly so now. The automatons that had started dismantling parts of the lower depths of the endless SA complex rumbled in the distance.

Drakey pushed rubble out of the way, breaching her domain. “There you are!”

“There I am, yes.”

He looked around, whistling. “I’m surprised they left this place in one piece. They’ve demolished a lot of this floor.”

“Aye. There are decades where weeks happen, and weeks where decades happen.”

Drakey blinked. “What?”

“Nothing. Anyway,” she said brightly, fishing under the desk for papers. “Got you some stuff! It’s super late! In my defense, the world ended, and my favorite strangely automated restaurant on this floor was crushed by a large imposing robot man tasked by the forces of progress, so I was having a Normal One. Reviews!”


The Great and Powerful Trixie is appalled upon watching the new episode. While many of her friends (and others that she feels are less important than her) got plenty of screen time in the new My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic intro, all she got were a few blurry frames. What's worse, that shot of her was edited in; she wasn't invited to the filming sessions, or even the group photo at the end! Demanding answers, Trixie goes to Twilight Sparkle.

True story, this made me go check the Season 8 intro to see if Trixie was there, I had never caught sight of her. I feel ashamed.

This is one of those pieces of metafiction that asks you to turn off the logic part of your brain and enjoy the absurdity that somehow, the intro is something the ponies in-universe shoot for the show, and Trixie is furious she was not allowed to take part. Despite the metatextual premise, the cast is still perfectly in-character, which means Trixie is still her pathetically hammy and pompous self as Twilight and Starlight explain the situation to her. The second half of the fic then milks all the humor it can out of giving Trixie access to alcohol.

It perhaps isn’t rip-roaring funny, but if you love Trixie being Trixie, this is sure to entertain.

Metafiction is a toss up. It’s hard to write it in a way that isn’t obnoxiously snotty. But when it’s done alright it can be pretty entertaining and sometimes a little insightful. Looking at things from a new and absurd angle has a way of doing that.

Trixie’s obnoxious vanity honestly became endearing over the years, didn’t it? That was the thought I had reading this.So many jokes and stories. Reading this--I’ve been kinda behind on the show for a bit--I wanted to watch it again just to watch her prance about, and that made me smile. If you wanted to revisit one of the fandom’s best and most beloved pests, definitely read.

They grow apples in Appleoosa. Absolutely nothing else happens there. No matter what they tell you.

If you haven’t read “The Lottery”, you should. Go do that. It’s by Shirley Jackson and its one of the most famous short stories in American literature.

Then come back. Cause this story is hitting that note. The horror that we get with the original Wicker Man (not the Nick Cage one, tho it is one of the best movies ever made) or Midsommar, a horror that reaches beyond the christian and secular hegemony to a time so alien to our own that many of us cannot fully relate to it any longer. When it gets there, you’ll know. You’ll feel it. 

This is a dark, tense little piece about what goes on behind closed doors at Appleloosa in the name of relations with the buffalo and how hard it is to make a living growing apples in the middle of the desert. The slow reveal of what it is Braeburn is up to helps build the horror of what it is, and while it seems barbaric and cruel, it really isn’t too far off from what a lot of ancient cultures actually believed and practiced, though I’m fairly sure the Native Americans that inspired the buffalo didn’t.

It’s short but doesn’t overstay its welcome and is long enough to convey the emotions of what’s happening properly. If you want a horror story that leaves you with a bit of a chill, this is a good read for that.

Because Equestrian magic has a knack for showing up at the most inconvenient moments, Sunset and her friends find themselves trapped in their new video game. They don't know how to get out, they don't know how to win the game, and some of them don't even know that they're in a game in the first place.

But don't worry, because if Sunset had a plan it wouldn't last five minutes in this pseudo-political mess anyway.

Hey, the cast has gotten trapped in a magic comic book, why not a video game?

This story throws us right into the thick of it when Sunset attending court with a delusion Rarity presiding, and slowly reveals the shape of the world with an upcoming three-way war, Sunset’s friends being scattered through the factions, and only some of them seem to have their senses while others have been consumed by the game.

Tension mounts at a steady pace as the group comes together and tries to figure out how to escape the game. Along the way there’s some action, some decent humor, some plot twists and reveals, and an epilogue that is a bit confusing but is a standalone chapter and can be ignored if one prefers the original ending. Overall just a very solid adventure fic.

Isekai is a crowded and well-trod region of our shared fictional imagination, but its still worth visiting again from time to time. 

Sunset and her comrades thrust into an artificial environment is surprisingly engaging--and I can’t help but to feel that the wars we fight in pixels (as a lover of Paradox I’ve done quite a few) are so absurd. That absurdity comes and goes here, played a bit for laughs but mostly just kind of experienced, as Sunset finds herself with some not very cooperative surroundings and struggles to make sense of it all. Would recommend for fans of isekai style stories!

Miss Cheerilee has always looked out for her former pupil, Pinkamena Diane Pie ("Pinkie" to her friends).

Hooves must always (always) look after his current employer, Roland Bertram Aethelnoth Whickers the Third, Viscount Astley ("Bertie" to his friends).

But when Bertie met Pinkie, something happened that neither the schoolteacher nor the butler had looked for.

JediMasterEd is one of the smartest and most pleasant people on FimFic, and I highly recommend him. It’s a shame he’s only done 3 stories!

There’s something about “Aubade” that feels literary not in the stuffy gatekeeping sense of the word, but in a truer sense that it is a wonderful exhibit of the subtle power that fiction can have, suggesting and engaging us in tiny parcels and hints and in epiphany. Pay attention to the conversation and the game, to the way some words are weighted just by where they happen. It’s a story you can read more than once and come to for different feelings every time. Highly recommend.

A wonderful romantic oneshot between Cheerilee and an OC, though don’t let that scare you off, this OC is likeable and characterized well. The story is heavy on dialogue and only fleeting glimpses of narration or inner monologue, with the thoughts and emotions of the two characters, how they met, and what their relationship has become, being expressed through their behavior and words. It’s a great example of “show, don’t tell”, and how one can express thoughts and backstory without having to rely on the thoughts of the characters or giving exposition of their history. The story is a bit slow to build but keeps you engaged as it begins to pick up and then breaks into a well-paced run to a good ending.

“Yes, indeed.” Drake nodded. “Even in times of chaos, let us never forget - there are always horsewords.”

Alice frowned suddenly and turned to him. “What if the internet goes out?”

“Then I deeply envy those people that buy hardcover publications.” Somehow--no one ever knew how--she’d found another pipe and lit it while laying her legs across the desk, in perfect imitation of some noir detective who was about to give a mildly misogynistic speech about Dames And How They Started Everything. “They have books, improvised bludgeons, shields, and firewood all in one. The hardcover book was one of man’s most efficient creations.”

“I guess so.”

She waved the now lit pipe at him. “Besides, the network of tubes and strange receptacles which take these reviews are mechanical. I think? Possibly. We’ve never checked. Too busy being compelled by the Labyrinth to review fics, which I also don’t know how we read. It is very complicated and I’m sure there’s lore. However--”

A distant boom made Drakey jump and he turned to find that the automatons had returned.

“I think you’ll see that this extended joke about the manga Blam! Is about to run its tired course.” She was already scrambling out of the building with manic glee as she called over her back. “I’d get a movin’ if I were you!”

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Woah! Honored that you guys really enjoyed my story, even if I don't really consider it to be one of my better works! Thanks for taking the time to read it and share your thoughts, and I'm really glad you enjoyed it!

Another day, another dollar.

The horror that we get with the original Wicker Man (not the Nick Cage one, tho it is one of the best movies ever made)

One of my favorite quotes about the Nic Cage Wicker Man film is from him;
"I run around the woods in a bear costume. Do you honestly think we weren't in on the joke?"

Dawwww, you guys. :twilightblush:

The scene where Hooves is galloping back to the manse at dawn was inspired by certain passages in Lord Dunsany's "Bride of the Man-Horse:"

...he gambolled over the leagues; pace came to him like a maiden with a lamp, a new and beautiful wonder; the wind laughed as it passed him. He put his head down low to the scent of the flower, he lifted it up to be nearer the unseen stars, he revelled through kingdoms, took rivers in his stride; how shall I tell you, ye that dwell in cities, how shall I tell you what he felt as he galloped?

No relation

Reading this--I’ve been kinda behind on the show for a bit--I wanted to watch it again just to watch her prance about, and that made me smile. If you wanted to revisit one of the fandom’s best and most beloved pests, definitely read.

The fic wasn't exactly quite my cup of tea, but man, Cyne, you really hit the nail on the head. I still smiled, and that definitely counts for something.

Comment posted by Deathclaw2014 deleted June 7th

I have argued part in seriousness that Nic Cage's Wicker Man is taking the absurdist moments of the original and being like "what if the whole movie is this demented absurdity" and it 100% works as that. It is awful if you want it to be like the original, but as an absurdist dark comedy its great.


And we will forever remember the movie because of the scene with the bees

I've been out of the loop for a while, so I have to ask. Do you guys normally re-review stories? Aubade was done about sixty rounds ago.


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