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  • 3 weeks
    SA: Round 176

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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—


    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.”


    “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!”

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  • 6 weeks
    SA: Round 175

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

    “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

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

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  • 12 weeks
    SA: Round 173

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

    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

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

    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

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

    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

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

    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

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

    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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Story Reviews » SA: Round 177 · 7:28pm September 13th

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

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?"

"A clown nose!" He smiled as he donned his own.

Intern stared at him. "And just why are you wearing that? And what's with the mime?"

Winter smiled and laughed again. "I found out some of these interns have a problem with clowns, so I came up with a way to break them out of their fears!"

Intern stared at him again. "I’m not putting this on. And that's not a clown, that's a mime."

"I know, I’m building up to it." Winter turned to him again. "I'm not a monster." He then flicked a toggle on the panel, and immediately balloons and confetti rained down upon the hapless interns. One’s nerve broke and he flew out of his chair and dashed out of the room, screaming.

“You’re fired!” yelled Winter. He then turned to Intern with an expectant look. His companion stood there with eyes closed, rubbing his temple. Finally, he sighed and spoke.

"Do you have your reviews?"

"Oh, sure! They're over on the desk."

Shaking his head, Intern grabbed the reviews and left. Just as he was leaving, he heard circus music starting...


Forty years after the first Hearth's Warming and the founding of Equestria, a unicorn filly discovers a magical secret that will change the world.

But her sister worries that's not all that will change.

I absolutely love tales of the Sisters, and this is one of the best I've read. It's always fun when writers flex their muscles and create original tales of Celestia and Luna's beginnings, in this case, a tale with humble origins leading to the eventual climax we all know.

This story warmly conveys the affection Celestia and Luna feel for each other, one I suspect the author knows intimately in order to write it so well. I don't have any sisters, but I do have a brother, so this story makes me wonder if the two loves are the same. I found myself caught up in the tale as soon as I realized whom it was about, for in the opening paragraphs Celestia is called by her original name (as far as this headcanon) and while I found the little filly interesting, I became all the more so once she was identified. In this case, the story tags...well, I was about to reveal more about the tale than I intended, so I'll let you discover that for yourself.

This is a multi-dimensional story, full of sights, sounds, emotions, and aromas, fully immersing the reader into its world. It was fun to encounter characters that weren't included in the tags but made the tale that much fuller, and I was a bit sad to see them go, for I would have loved to have seen what this writer could do with them, having done such a superb job on the main players.

I highly recommend giving this one a read, and if you're like me, you'll soon add it to your Favorites.

There are a lot of Celestia and Luna origin stories, but gosh darn it, this one’s too adorable to pass up. If that’s not enough already to convince you to read this, then keep going.

In a nifty bit of subversion, Celestia and Luna’s upbringing starts out very humble. Just ordinary commoners that just so happen to have the extraordinary power to move the heavens. Again, even this I’ve seen before, but not in such a casual way. I really like the grounded take on Celestia suddenly thrust to the top of the hierarchy and struggling to adapt. She’s painfully relatable in trying to juggle her new studies while also staying connected to her family. Luna herself struggles to come to terms with her sister’s new importance and worries that she’ll be forgotten once Celestia finally moves on.

You can probably tell where some of these elements eventually lead to.

But this story doesn’t deal with that part, only concerned with Celestia and Luna trying to make sense of it all. The author sneaks in some cute little tidbits of lore that pay off in the show proper, but the focus always returns to two ponies adjusting to the change in their lives.

Did I also mention this was adorable? Because Celey and Lulu definitely are! Add in the stellar writing and nods to canon and you have yourselves a winner here.

Applejack digs a hole.

We seem to be having an Applejack theme this time around, and this is one of the best I've ever read.

It starts out mysteriously but innocuously enough, just like it says on the tin: Applejack digs a hole. Why she does it isn't clear, only it's something she has to do. We're brought through every step towards her goal, every emotion (though some only become clear later), every motion of the shovel hitting dirt, and we wonder. It's only when we get into the later paragraphs that some understanding is reached, and then we can only hope there will be resolution.

All the characters' portrayals are spot-on, which makes the final answers all that more poignant, for this is something I could definitely see Applejack doing. She's her stubborn, willful self, who in this case is doing something that she herself doesn't fully understand. It takes the interaction of one other friend to help her, and that friend was the perfect choice.

This tale is a slow burn that sneaks up on the reader, but if you're patient, you'll be rewarded.

Didn’t I already review something like this before? Oh well, probably nothing.

This story is written very much like a stream of consciousness. We’re privy to Applejack’s immediate thoughts, emotions, and feelings throughout so we have a pretty good idea of what she’s going through moment by moment. What we aren’t privy to is why Applejack is digging a hole in the first place. My first guess was that this was some type of earth pony logic in that the magic of the land was guiding her to do something worthwhile for the farm.

Then I got about halfway into it.

The story has a slow burn, but once you start realizing the deeper (and I mean that in every sense of the word) implications, the context of Applejack’s state of mind takes on a whole new meaning. There’s plenty of metaphors here that analysts can read more into or you can take it at face value. Either way, you should get plenty out of this.

Final thought is that Pinkie Pie earns top Best Pony points for her role at the end.

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder- OCD.

That's what they call what I have. They should call it CDO so that the letters are in the right order.

It's just me, my thoughts, and a never-ending spiral of anxiety.

Here's a tale that takes a bleak, hard look at Twilight's condition. OCD, Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, is mostly played for laughs in the TV show, but here it's portrayed as a debilitating condition, one that our favorite purple smart can barely contain.

I love how the author gives us the if-it-isn't-true-it-should-be view of the start of her anxiety, how Twilight needed to organize things in order to remain calm at an early age. We're then taken briefly through her teen years, and on to adulthood and her arriving at Ponyville. And then the destruction of the Golden Oaks Library.

Here is where the story is its darkest, for we are given an unvarnished view of Twilight's true mental breakdown. When starting to read this tale, I was at first given to comparing Twilight's condition to a popular TV character back in the early 90s, one Mr. Monk, played by Tony Shaloub. On that show, he is a germaphobe, a perfectionist, and riddled with OCD. In that show, as well as this tale, the characters are trapped by their condition, but still able to function and accomplish extraordinary feats.

But at extreme costs to their sanity.

Knowing this, the humor is somewhat lessened, but one's compassion towards Twilight is increased.

Twilight Sparkle’s occasional quirkeyness and tendencies to overreact are often played for laughs in the show, but here we explore under the surface and suddenly it’s not that funny. Taking a more real-world look at what anxiety can do to a person really makes it hard to go back and laugh at Twilight's antics. Twilight is suffering under the hood and has so for a long time. Becoming a princess hasn’t solved the problem, only added to it.

It may sound like this story is a continuous spiral of dread, but there’s a hopeful tone towards the end. I like that this isn’t a problem that can be magiced away, but has to be dealt with with time, patience, and a little help from your friends.

Please go check this out. It may speak to you more than you realize.

Applejack is a growing filly - and young fillies need their space. That's why Bright Mac decided to build a treehouse in the back of the property for his daughter, so she and her friends could play with a little bit of privacy.

Fate says he won't be the one to finish it.

Here we have a deceptively short but powerful piece that, given what we know about the characters, most likely won't have a happy ending. But that's where you'd be wrong.

It's basically a story about Applejack and her Daddy building a treehouse, I suspect the same one the Cutie Mark Crusaders use as their headquarters. Reading this tale gives the simple structure so much more meaning, something I'd taken for granted before now.

It is a tale about grief and loss, but also about keeping a promise. This is what I meant earlier about the tale having a happy ending, for it does. Give it a read and see if you agree with me.

I think we all know where this is going just by reading the synopsis. But, don’t let that stop you from taking a look. Even with just over a thousand words, there’s plenty packed in here. Bright Mac is the kind of father we aspire to be, to say the least.

And filly Applejack is adorable, to say the most.

Like with the last story, the ending leaves on an uplifting scene that makes the journey worthwhile to take. Take the first step by clicking that story link!

The circus music continued to play well into the night and early morning. Intern dared not enter the main reviewer room until it had ceased, then waited another hour for good measure. Pushing through his fears, he looked upon the scene that greeted him.

It was like a bomb had gone off. Though instead of explosion and fire damage, confetti fell like ash from the ceiling, multicolored streamers and balloons hung from every service, and cotton candy was stuck everywhere. However, just like a bomb, there were bodies.

Interns were strewn across the floor, desks, and even clinging to the walls. He could tell from their body twitches that they were still alive, but the wild, glassy look to their eyes spoke of trauma that would take years of therapy to fix. One had enough cognisance to stumble out of the room.

“Fired!” came Winter’s voice from one of the desks.

Intern made his way over to him, mindful of the hands desperately grasping for help. “Are you finished yet?”

“Almost. The clowns are scheduled to be here soon and I think that’ll have the ones still here fixed.” He looked up with an innocent, smiling face. “You don’t think this is going too far, do you?”

Intern shook his head. “Actually, I think this is what Schadenfreude feels like.”

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Comments ( 5 )

This is great. I know my stories may not fit your category, but it is good that someone is out there doing this.

Another day, another dollar.

TCC56 #3 · 1 week ago · · ·

Tender Loving Care, by TCC56

I'm sorry, wait, what?

Wow. I'm surprised by this but it's certainly quite an honor.

But I would be remiss if I didn't also plug Noble Thought's Under A Tree, which gave me the leaping-off point to write my piece.

Fylifa #4 · 1 week ago · · ·

I think I'm making enough 'Eee-ing' sounds to be considered a batpony. What an unexpected surprise!! I love following Seattle's angels and seeing what fun stories you guys find. So its a jolt to scroll down and see one of my stories be featured here.

It happened once before and the typical writer feels to think 'oh that one was just luck'. It's super heartening to be spotlighted again! I am happy you both enjoyed it, thank you! :heart:

Every now and then Applejack digs a hole slips into my thoughts. Such a powerful, relatable piece.

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