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  • 6 days
    SA: Round 179

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    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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  • 6 weeks
    SA: Round 177

    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?"

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  • 8 weeks
    SA: Round 176

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


    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!”

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  • 11 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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  • 13 weeks
    SA: Round 174

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  • 17 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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  • 20 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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  • 23 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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  • 25 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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  • 30 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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Oct
6th
2020

Story Reviews » SA: Round 178 · 2:56am October 6th

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!”

Matthew was about to shrug it off as just another Tuesday until he spied the title: “ROUND 179”

Jumping over to Matthew, and grabbing him, Floydien sputtered, “It writes our reviews before we do! We don’t have to work anymore! No more fearing the Ferret, no more Intern, no more getting paid in walnuts! Don’t you see how important this is?”

“I’m sorry,” Matthew said, grabbing the hypospray from his back pocket, and injecting Floydien with it. “I had hoped it would never come to this.”

ROUND 178


Spitfire's always been told that she's not good enough. That she's worthless. That she'll never amount to anything.

Sometimes, though, when your whole life is burning you, somepony can show you how to blaze through it all.


This is a neat little story that proposes an interesting backstory for Spitfire. Even at barely over 2000 words, the author manages to not only engage the reader in Spitfire’s struggles, but also subtly work in enough detail to provide hints as to why Spitfire’s actual personality is the way it is throughout the show’s run.

It works well, and though it is perhaps not light enough to come off as seemingly canon, it certainly explains and expands upon Spitfire’s motivations in the show. If you like character pieces, give this fic a shot.

A reasonably short one today, but one I wouldn’t change the length of if you paid me. This story accomplishes exactly what it sets out to do, which is provide some backstory to Spitfire and perhaps explain some of her personality. I have to commend the author, though, on how they touched upon the darker elements of this story. Just enough detail for the reader to understand the gravity of the situation, but not so much that it becomes the focus of the story.

You see, the focus is on Spitfire’s growth. On her discovering her drive. Rediscovering her inner fire so she can firebend again. But like actually, this is a sweet little story with such hopeful overtones that it just leaves you feeling happy inside. And I could say more, but I’ll leave the rest for you to read.


The night is cold, and so very dark. Fluttershy has never felt so alone.

It's okay though. It's not going to be that way for long.


I read this story not long after it was first published almost seven years ago (and I apparently have the second comment? Weird), but it has stuck with me all this time purely because of how the author handles imagery. It’s a tried-and-true classic: light playing off darkness, shadows lurking, and a sort of coldness that becomes apparent in the dead of night. But it is used to magnificent effect here, setting the atmosphere and even characterization of the piece.

The ending is what really ties the whole package together, especially if you read the author’s note. It gave me chills when I first read it and again while re-reading for this round. Recommended for Dark / Horror fans, or if you like strong imagery.

Ya know, I think if anyone ever asked me how to write a horror story, I’d tell them to read this. This is the kind of story that worms it’s way into your head and you don’t necessarily even realize it. How, you ask? With it’s rampant imagery. Ambion played with light and darkness, with color and beauty, with sound, with different animals, and with temperature in a way that just grabs you and refuses to let you go.

Honestly, this is such a good story even if you aren’t generally a fan of horror, if only for the imagery’s sake. Ambion just managed to pack so much into a surprisingly short story. Fluttershy’s character is also on-point here, too, and that truly creates the haunting believability of this piece.


Rainbow Dash drinks alone, and Rarity keeps her company.


Rarity fights with Rainbow Dash. After all, Rainbow cares too much about her.

This is another story that has a ton of depth despite its wordcount. Rainbow and Rarity play well off each other in this, and their characterizations are the biggest strength of this story. The prose is beautiful and desperate at once, which creates a very uncomfortable atmosphere that works in the narrative’s favor. It is a brutal look at the nature of blame and the full gamut of emotions that come with it, and it hits harder than you would expect. Please read this.

Man, this story though. It just takes you, gives you a chocolate bar of hope, and then roundhouse kicks you in the feels every time you wanna take a bite.

The amount of raw emotion contained in this piece is almost overwhelming as it plays with Rainbow and Rarity’s relationship. That relationship is the center of the story, with Rainbow and Rarity playing off of each other and slowly diving deeper into their characterizations. At this point, I’m kinda just repeating Floydien’s words, but that’s because I agree with them so much. So just… go read the story, okay?


Twilight Sparkle inadvertently causes an inter-dimensional royal incident. Rarity and Applejack spend the day together. Rainbow Dash makes a new friend. Sweetie Belle drinks tea.
The world ends.


Twilight, as she is wont to do, screws up a spell and accidentally summons a Disney princess.

I have a bookshelf called “Completely Ridiculous Comedies.” You’d better believe that this is on it. The dialogue and the utterly insane plot make this worth a read. There are plenty of jokes to go around here, and while not all of them hit equally, they do hit. And even between the jokes, there are moments that are actually quite touching and heartwarming.

And then there’s the ending. It’s a thing of beauty. If you like comedies, Disney, or Applejack, do yourself a favor and read this.

Wowza. Just, yeah.

I kinda have this policy, which is to generally just avoid crossover stories because so many of them are just not worth my time. So I will freely admit I did not have hope for Princess going into it. Boy was I wrong.

First off, this story is utterly ridiculous. And yet it works so well. There are tons of funny moments and jokes in here regardless of your preferred style, and the ones that get you get you well. There’s also some pleasant sister dynamics and friendship moments mixed in to boot. I really love the sass in this story, though, and even rereading it for the review I’m finding funny moments I missed the first time. So, do yourself a favor, and take a few minutes and read this one.


“Hey, you feeling better?” Matthew asked as Floydien sat up, now located in a hospital bed. “You hit your head pretty hard on those pipes, you should really be more careful down there.”

Floydien groaned. “I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.”

“Yeah, you’re lucky I implanted trackers in all of you, or we’d have never found you.”

“Yeah. Wait, you what?”

Matthew grinned and tossed Floydien a folder as he moved towards the door. “Here’s the stories for this week, make sure to have reviews on my desk by tomorrow. No sick days on my watch!”

Floydien watched as the door closed, now alone in the stark white room with a manilla folder on his lap. He released another groan.


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