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  • 1 week
    SA: Round 177

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    Intern sat looking at the list of new interns, then frowned at the absence of the same. "Now, where could they be?" He exited the janitor’s closet and started down the hall, only to stop at the sound of maniacal laughter. "...the hell?" Rounding a corner, the mystery of the missing interns was solved: Winter had them all lined up in one of the larger conference rooms while he stood behind what looked like a control panel. Each was seated in a chair, sweating profusely as they watched a figure dressed in black and white silently making motions as if he was in an invisible box.

    Intern sidled up to Winter and whispered, "Umm...what are you doing?"

    Winter startled and said, "Oh! Intern! Just in time! Here, put this on." He handed him a round, red, spongy object.

    "What is this?"

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  • 6 weeks
    SA: Round 175

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    “Got your mask on?”

    “Yeah, but these seem a little excessive for COVID.”

    Matthew gave FanficFan an incredulous stare through his gas mask. “Worse things than COVID have probably mutated down there.”

    Memories of foreign smells from the last time he’d done reviews with Intern came to mind. “Good point.”

    Standing next to a manhole cover, Matthew readied his industrial strength laser cutter (borrowed from the Compound storage locker, the paperwork was too slow DAMNIT). “Ready with the grappling hook?”

    FanficFan raised the gun shaped tool with the clawed attachment at the manhole cover. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

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  • 8 weeks
    SA: Round 174

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  • 12 weeks
    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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  • 15 weeks
    SA: Round 172

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


    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?”

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  • 18 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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  • 20 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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  • 25 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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  • 27 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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  • 32 weeks
    SA: Round 166

    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.”

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Aug
30th
2020

Story Reviews » SA: Round 176 · 11:49pm August 30th

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Floydien came to in the dark. He was strapped into a chair of some kind, but only by normal restraints. His arms were free. Ahead of him, he saw bright display lights and—


“HOW ARE WE IN SPACE.”


The chair in front of him shifted as Cyne looked over her shoulder and grinned. “Oh, we probably aren’t! My working theory is that our prolonged isolation within the infinite Seattle’s Maze is starting to warp our very understanding of reality, enabling us to cycle matter, even rebuild it at will, kind of basically making us Gundam-style Newtypes, but for subterranean dyson-sphere size mazes instead of space.”

“What?”


“Oh, we’re kind of apotheozing in slow motion. It’s honestly boring as heck. Anyway, enjoy the view! We’re assaulting A Bao Qu alongside White Base!”


Floydien gripped the edges of her seat, realizing that he was in some kind of… cockpit? Were they flying something? A space fighter? Or— “What is happening??”


“Oh, you’ll see! There’s like, two people who are gonna love this!”

ROUND 176


A stallion cheats on his wife. He does not wish to, but he must.


This story is pretty brutal.

I love when a writer can take our knowledge and use it against us, leveraging the certain future. We know, for instance, what happens with the Changelings and such in Canterlot. We have the privilege of having a long view. So we know what happens to our protagonist in the long run.

And yet, as much as it matters, it isn’t the worst part. It’s just a spice on the already tragic situation of a man whose life is defined by need and neglect. He is trapped in a vice without any real hope. This is some Russian-lit levels of misery. Absolutely recommend it.

This has one of the best openings I’ve read in a long time. Every word in it, and the rest of the piece, has a certain purpose and utility, serves its surface function and then some. That this is just over 2000 words is a testament to the author’s ability and grasp of the moral complexities of love and relationships.

We see inside the mind of someone who is so utterly alienated from himself and from others, and yet there is a certain grain of truth and identity in the narrative that speaks to all of us. Do yourself a favor and read this.


When the dusters wiped out Applejack's orchard and the economic collapse, Rarity's business, bank robbing started to look like a pretty appealing career choice.

Neither really thought they'd become the greatest crime duo in history, however.


There’s something really entrancing about criminals and their stories, be they romanticized dashing figures or grimy crawlers. We like the appearance of their freedom, even as we secretly know there’s nothing free in chaos. We are lured in by the warm light of adventure. This story really delivers on that promise, and feels like a classic story in that vein. The realities of the world projected here are fascinating and fun, with the two titular characters bouncing off each other in a way that just had me grinning throughout.

I’m a sucker for westerns, and the Rarity / Applejack combo—the femme fatale and the brutish outlaw—works incredibly well in this story, naturally playing off each other in a fun, cheeky sort of way. Even in this world, Belle and Cortland still are very much the characters we know and love, and this relationship is the crux and highlight of this story.

That said, there is so much organic worldbuilding deftly woven into the scenes here that you can almost see this fic play out in your mind’s eye. Little hints of this universe that are blink-and-you-miss-it moments but raise interesting questions about what, exactly, happened with society at large here, which elevates the story from good to great.


Fluttershy contemplates her unrequited love for Rarity in her old age, and thinks about all the things that resulted in the two of them being apart.


If I had to say one thing about this story, it would be that its prose is powerful, even elegant at times. This story wanders and is not perhaps the fastest paced, but honestly? It works really well. The space to just savor the prose is welcome. This story is worth reading over an evening--it’s how I read it--with some breaks between and tea. It’s engaging, occasionally funny, sometimes sad, and always introspective in that way I love.

I’ll admit, it took me a little while to warm up to this story. It is somewhat outside my normal reading, genre-wise, but I am very glad I stumbled across this. It’s a beautiful, fragile, melancholy look at love, life, and mortality told through the eyes of a much older Fluttershy. This is somewhat uncommon in and of itself; in these sorts of stories where any of the main characters are aged appreciably, Fluttershy is often out of the picture completely, because she is seen as weak or frail or simply unworthy of a character study.

But this story truly works, and it delivers a strong message to boot.

This is not a fic that is easily binged in one go, but rather, as Cyne said, is thought-provoking and intense. There is a certain something in the writing, the actual prose itself, that makes you want to keep going, even while it gets harder and harder to read. Give this a read when you are looking for something a little more low-key and down to earth.


In the last days of Twilight Sparkle's life, her daughter Glitter tries to make sense of her death.


I actually read this story before it came out. When I read it then and when I read it now, again, for this review… The emotion that wells up in me is the same. I cannot stress enough that Regidar has captured in this story a feeling of loss that is so hollow that it disturbs the heart. I leaned back on the loveseat after reading this. I stared up at the ceiling and had to actually reorient myself in my own life and in my own material conditions, because Regidar had pulled me into an event horizon. We’ve written so much about loss. I’ve written so much about loss. It’s a thing humans will write about until we invent a way to cheat death forever. Our writings offer solutions to the Problem of Death, and that’s fine, but it isn’t why we read.

This story is one you should read because it fulfills what I believe is the real purpose of writing about loss. It forces you facefirst into the stream of human life and makes avoiding the teeming mass of humanity around you impossible. This is what it feels like to lose someone and to be lost in turn. Recognize it. Revel in it and understand it, so that you can understand what it is like to not be this way. Please read this.

All four stories this round focus on love in some respect. This particular story focuses on a daughter’s love for her mother, a partner’s love for their partner, and an individual’s love for life, in all its unabashed and naked glory: the good with bad, the beautiful with the ugly, and the joy with the misery.

It hits remarkably close to home, perhaps too close; there is a persistent rawness and angst that you cannot help but be aware of at all times in this story, so much so that it hurts to read at certain points. If you’ve been there, then you know. If you haven’t been there, then you are blessed.

This is, through and through, a character piece, and it accomplishes what it sets out to do incredibly well, but there is more to this story than that. Worldbuilding, humor, poetry, and just enough questions to leave you wanting more.


“And here we are!”

With a triumphant smile plastered over her face, Cyne spun around in her chair and leaned forward. “What did you think?”

To describe Floydien’s current state as ‘catatonic’ was perhaps a stretch, but having your mind blown by complete and utter confusion did tend to have that effect.

“What did I think?” he repeated.

“Well,” said Cyne, not unkindly, “we did just have an incredible odyssey through space, time, and the fabric of the universe as we know it, calling into question several previously indisputable axioms regarding the nature of life and the implications of mechatronic development for personal gain!”

A blink. “Uhhh—”

“Ah well, what can you do?” Cyne pulled a conspicuously-placed lever that Floydien didn’t recall seeing earlier, lowering their chairs through the floor down into a very ordinary apartment kitchen. “Lunch?”

Another blink. “...Sure.”


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Comments ( 5 )

Especially good picks this week

I can't recommend Regi's story enough. Honestly, all the picks this week are fantastic.

Except I haven't gotten to Gara's story yet oh fuck oh heck

Hahaha those openers + closings never get old:rainbowlaugh: Much thanks to this round’s reviewers! You summed up these stories (and why we should read them) beautifully. :pinkiehappy:

Another day, another dollar.

Starving heart was my personal favorite from this batch. Although Belle and cortland was pretty enjoyable as well.

Thanks your insights and story selections guys!

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