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  • 6 weeks
    SA: Round 183

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


    Over their heads the flak guns peppered the sky. The planes roared and sputtered. The clouds were dark, heavy with the child that was war. It was all noise.


    Cynewulf looked around the bend. “You know, I’ve been reading old fics. Remember Arrow 18?”


    Floydien slipped—a Floydien slipped—One Floydien came through the fractured time in the lower levels of the Sprawling Complex. “Uh, human in Equestria?”


    “Yeah. You know, we were probably too mean about those.”


    “They were terrible. I mean some of them. I guess a lot of everything is terrible.”


    “Well, yes. But anyway, I was reading it, and it occurred to me that what I liked about it was that it felt optimistic in the way that Star Trek was optimistic. It felt naive, but in a way one wanted to emulate. To regress back into it.”


    “Uh, that sounds nice?”

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  • 11 weeks
    SA: Round 182

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


    “Okay, Winter, hit it!”

    Winter pulled a lever that ignited a rocket placed underneath the communal Christmas Tree. The tree blasted through a cylindrical hole and out into the skies beyond. It only took seconds for the tree to become a tiny red dot against the blue sky.

    Winter stepped away from the control panel and down to where Intern was standing behind a fifty-five millimeter thick glass wall. “We could have just picked up the base and tossed it in the garbage bin outside, you know.”

    Intern scoffed. “Yeah, we could, or we can go over the top in a comedic and entertaining manner that leads into our reviews.”

    “You’re getting all meta, now.”

    “Exactly! On to the reviews!”

    ROUND 182

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  • 16 weeks
    SA: Round 181

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


    For the first time in the year that he worked there, FanficFan finally experienced quiet in the Seattle’s Angels Compound. All the other reviewers had gone home for the holidays, leaving him and Intern to submit the last round of reviews of the year. However, with Intern off on an errand, FanficFan was left alone.

    With stories ready to be read by his partner, all the reviewer could really do was wander around the empty building, taking in all the holiday decorations left behind from the Office Christmas Party a few days prior, like office space holiday knick-knacks, lights strown about the ceiling and wreaths on nearly every door. Plus, there was some leftover cookies and egg nog, so that was nice. 

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  • 20 weeks
    SA: Round 180

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


    Cynewulf lay in a grassy field. This was a curious occurrence, as the Seattle Angel’s Dyson Sphere-esque compound basement labyrinth did not usually have grass. 


    But like she had many times before, she’d been teleported here, and whether or not the sky above her was real or not, she didn’t mind. The grass was nice, and the wind was nice, and whatever happened happened.
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    There was a great crash and Corejo stumbled into the grass to her right.

    “Oh, god, are we out? How did—”

    “No clue. I suspect that it’ll just take us back anyhow. Did you have the reviews? The machine came for me a few days ago, so I’ve got mine.”


    “I… Uh, I was late. I mean, we both are, unless you’ve been here for days.”

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  • 24 weeks
    SA: Round 179

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


    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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  • 27 weeks
    SA: Round 178

    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!”

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  • 30 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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  • 32 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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  • 35 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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  • 37 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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Mar
28th
2021

Story Reviews » SA: Round 184 · 12:16am March 28th

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


“I see. Alright, I’ll let him know.”

Intern twisted a dial on the small mechanical piece attached to his ear, retracting a blue, see-through visor from across his face. He turned to Floydien, crossing his arms. “It’s confirmed. Generation 5 is on its way. Season 2 of Pony Life is just around the corner. And the series finale of Equestria Girls was scrapped for a holiday special.”

Floydien lifted an eyebrow. “And, what does that mean for us?”

Turning away, Intern lifted up a cylindrical device and twisted the end of it between his thumb and pointer finger. The tip of the cylinder lit up and projected a large image of fimfiction.net on the far wall. “It means several more years of story speculation, what ifs, crossovers, and self-insertions. It is our job, as Angels, to sift through them and find the most promising ones that got looked over and highlight those to the readers.”

Floydien nodded, a knowing look on his face. “Indeed. Our job is far from over.” He gave a sideways glance at the object in Intern’s hand. “By the way, what’s up with the doodad?”

“Hey, I may work in a janitor’s closet, but I still get to use all the neat toys laying around here.”

ROUND 184


Trixie and Octavia must work together to put on a holiday show. Too bad only one of them wants to do it.


Let’s start off with some good, old-fashioned friendshipping! I don’t see these two characters interact much so it’s nice to see interpretations like this. The setup has Trixie and Octavia stuck in a remote town during a blizzard. They can’t leave for a few days, so why not pass the time by doing what they do best? Entertain! Simple, right?

Well, Trixie still has some prickles to work out from her nature. And Octavia has little patience for ponies that are, well, like Trixie. I love the mare but I’ll be the first to admit that Trixie would be difficult to work with.

So, if you’re curious as to how this resolves, give it a shot. I have no complaints.

There are some stories, I’ve found, that with a few tweaks could work amazingly as actual episodes of the show. This fic is one of the very few that needs almost no changes whatsoever to be adapted as a 22-minute animation of pastel-colored horses.

In short, this is a great character piece that focuses on an unlikely friendship in extenuating circumstances, and it’s executed wonderfully. Do yourself a favor and read this, especially if you’re a Trixie fan.


A story featuring the average day in an average pony's life. There is no problem, no villain, and no laughingly convoluted romantic plot. Just a day in the life of Average Statistic, citizen of Equestria.


The description isn’t lying. Through the course of a day, we get to experience the mundanity of a pony’s life. This might not sound all that exciting, but I want you to give it a try. Because this story really captures how we can get stuck in a rut and miss the things around us. Average Statistic is the machine in all of us, repeating the same routines day in and day out.

However, unlike a machine, Average has opportunities to grow. I want you to follow along and spot those opportunities and learn from them. You don’t have to do something drastic, but perhaps a small change here and there can spice things up in your life. Give it a shot before the drudgery sets in.

_NAME_ is the writer formerly known as Rcw99, and this story is a very peculiar one indeed, despite what you may glean from the title. It’s a sort of experiment in mundanity that just about anyone can relate to, no matter your age. Nothing much happens, but that’s the whole point, isn’t it?

It’s interesting how many layers there are in this story purportedly lacking what we consider to be traditional elements of fiction. I do believe that there is something here for everyone and that, just maybe, this fic can teach us something about what it means to be average. Give this a shot, think about it a while, and read it again from a fresh perspective.


Starlight and Trixie, on a trip outside of Equestria, find themselves lost in a dark forest.


The atmosphere is absolutely the reason to give this story a go. It’s fantastic how the author lovingly details a trip gone awry. This is Mirkwood from The Hobbit on steroids.

The interactions between our leads is great as well. For a sense of overwhelming presence, you can’t go wrong with this. This is art given textual form and shouldn’t be missed.

Flashgen is a master at giving life to that weird prickling feeling on the back of your neck, because there is a sense that something is off, isn’t there? It isn’t just your imagination? This story is no different, and that looming unease is developed naturally over the course of the fic from the very first paragraphs.

Starlight and Trixie are, of course, well done and a perfect choice to highlight the atmosphere by reflecting their respective neuroses into the environment around them, heightening the tone of the piece. Definitely check this out if you’re a fan of darker works.


Fluttershy wakes up to the sound of birdsong and the sight of a beautiful day. But something isn't quite right in Ponyville. Ponies are missing, or suddenly covered in horrible scars. It's up to Fluttershy to solve the mystery.


Fluttershy has many great days. She couldn't ask for a better life. It’s just too bad Angel and Discord aren’t around today to join with her. At least she’s got Rarity to enjoy the spa with. That makes things perfect.

Not.

It doesn’t take very long to figure out how things are going to progress in this story. The road to creepy town is a short trip, culminating in one of the most WTF moments I’ve read recently.

To say anymore is to rob you of the experience. You gotta check it out.

This is one of the most chilling stories I’ve read in a while. Much like the previous fic, there’s this awesome sense of discomfort that grows and continues to grow long after the story has ended.

It’s worth noting that, although she is sort of an obvious lead character for this sort of story, Fluttershy stands very well on her own here, never being played for cheap gimmicks or anything of that nature throughout the piece. In fact, I think it’s a rather clever choice… but I’m saying too much now. Why not see for yourself?


Floydien gave a content sigh as the review post went up. “You know, as taxing as this job can be at times, there’s a certain amount of satisfaction in it as well. I get to pick out stories I like and share them with others. I could think of worse things to be doing.”

When no immediate response came back, Floydien turned and let out a groan. Intern stood where he had started, staring blankly at the display projected on the wall. His visor had reactivated, covering half his face in a blue filter. Every few seconds his fingers would twitch, twisting the cylinder in his hand to change the projection.

“Great, he overloaded again.” Sighing, Floydien made a quick call from his own earpiece. “Recovery, you better get down here. Yeah, it’s him. Are you surprised?”

Receiving a confirmation on the other end, Floydien cut the call and took a seat at a nearby desk. He pulled his favorite music playlist, sat back, and waited. “Intern, someday you’re going to be the end of all of us.”


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Comments ( 6 )

Another day, another dollar

Glad to see a story I'm really proud of pop up here again.

Hm. Wonder if any of my stories would ever pop up in one of these, lol not likely

Thanks for reviewing Perfect Day, I'm really glad you guys enjoyed it!

Thanks for the feature! Part of the credit for that story belongs to Short-Tale, who asked for a Trixie/Octavia fic for Jinglemas. It was actually much more difficult to write the story than I initially planned, just because (as RTStephens said) there haven't been a lot of canon or fan fic materials where they interact, and thus I was basically having to play it by ear. I literally wrote down all their personality traits and tried to find the similarities and differences which would produce the best conflict. I decided to focus on their differing performance styles, as well as how the egos of different artists can cause problems between one another. I'm glad I went for a smaller stakes story, since it allowed me to focus on their interaction instead of a bombastic plot. A lot of other story possibilities I outlined were more action-oriented or even grimdark (one idea had a Hearth's Warming-obsessed psycho forcing the duo to perform their acts for Eldritch beings that lived under his estate; interesting idea, but that didn't seem in the spirit of the event). All in all, a challenging, but fun experience, and I'm happy to see others enjoy it.

(Also, not to be Captain Correction, but it's "The Show Must Go On", not "The Show Must Gone".)

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