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  • 116 weeks
    SA: The Last Round

    "So, what do you think, Corejo?" Wanderer D asked, politely showing off the stack of papers in his claw.

    The burlap sack with the printed (in color!) face of Corejo remained silent.

    "I see, yes, yes!" Wanderer D cackled. "Ahahaha! Yes! I agree! This story should do fine! So, who's reviewing it? RT?"

    The sack that had the picture of RTStephens on it tilted just enough for a single potato to roll onto the table.

    "And we have two! Alright, team, I expect you all to figure out who's doing the next one, okay? Let's not keep the readers waiting!" He glanced expectantly at the several sacks with pictures around him. "Alright! Dismissed."

    "Sir?"

    "Ah, intern. Is that my coffee?" Wanderer D took the proffered mug and downed the contents in one go. "Excellent! No time to rest! We have to edit what the guys just handed to me."

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  • 137 weeks
    SA: Round 186

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


    The Dodge Junction train ramp was not where Floydien expected to be part of a reunion.

    He especially didn’t expect it to happen four times in a row.

    “Wait, Winter? What are you doing here?”

    Winter’s eyebrows raised. “On Summer vacation. What about you?”

    “Uh, same.”

    “Guys!”

    The two Angels looked to where the voice came from. Cynewulf came running up to them, a wide brimmed sunhat and sunglasses adorning her head. “Fancy meeting you two here!”

    Floydien scratched his head. “Same. Are you on vacation too?”

    “Yep! Had a blast down on the Horseshoe Bay coast.”

    “Well, ain’t this something!”

    All turned to the fourth voice. Knight strode up, his body decked out in fishing gear, complete with a fishing pole balanced over his shoulder. “Haven’t seen so many of us in one spot since vacation started.”

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  • 152 weeks
    SA: Round 185

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


    Winter and Knight stared out at the bleak townscape. All around them, the fires raged unchecked as Ponyville's former occupants stumbled mindlessly about, their undead faces ravaged by rot and decay as they moaned for sustenance. Knight turned to Winter.

    "Ready to go?"

    Winter nodded and shifted a backpack. "Got everything with me. I guess it's now or never."

    Knight gave a wry smile. "That's the spirit. You do have your reviews, right?"

    "Of course!" he said, patting his chest. "Right here."

    Knight nodded and said, "Alright, here's the plan: we stick to the shadows as much as possible. From what I can tell, their eyesight isn't that good, but their sense of smell is excellent. We just have to stay upwind."

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  • 159 weeks
    SA: Round 184

    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?”

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  • 163 weeks
    SA: Round 183

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    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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  • 168 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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  • 173 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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  • 177 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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  • 181 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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  • 184 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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Jun
27th
2020

Story Reviews » SA: Round 173 · 6:37pm Jun 27th, 2020

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.

“You can take a mulligan!” shouted Intern over the cart and the rattling of the clubs behind them. They pulled to a stop beside the water hazard.

Floydien sighed and walked to his bag. “No, this always happens,” he said, retrieving an extra ball.

“Suit yourself.” Intern opened the other bag, retrieved a set of papers, and squared up to the ball that was not underwater. “Four!” said Intern, remaining perfectly still.

“You, uh… you’re supposed to—”

“No, no, ‘four.’ As in the number of reviews we’ve got,” Intern said, brandishing the papers to Floydien.

ROUND 173


Luster Dawn is Princess Twilight Sparkle's personal student, but she really needs to get away from those dusty old books and do some field work! Clearly the best thing to do is to send her to manage the Summer Sun Celebration and... wait, this is starting to seem familiar.


This is a really interesting fic that mirrors the two-part pilot of the actual show. Stop me if this sounds familiar: Twilight sends her booksmart student to Ponyville to take charge of Summer Sun Celebration preparations and make some friends.

And, like the original pilot, there is a lot of worldbuilding that is incredibly fascinating, and the characters are rich and dynamic, and the plot is so interesting, and before you know it, it’s two in the morning and you’ve watched twelve episodes in a row. Or, in this case, binged the entire story.

Much as I love the worldbuilding on display here, the characters are the real superstars of this story. Not only Luster Dawn, but all of her new friends as well (Arteria is my favorite). One chapter is devoted to each of the main characters with an overarching narrative tying them all together, though you’d be forgiven for thinking each chapter stands more or less on its own when the story begins.

Add in smart, funny prose and a genuinely good message, and it is a travesty that this story does not have more views.

I’ve been a big fan of MagnetBolt for years now, so it makes me really excited to feature one of their stories. Our pick explores the years following Twilight’s new role as ruler and how she wants her student, Luster, to get away from all that studying. What better way to do that than get Luster to manage the Summer Sun Celebration?

Yes, this is covering familiar territory, but trust me, it’s got plenty of unique elements to keep it fresh. Over the course of the story, Luster meets new characters to bond with, some of whom aren’t even ponies themselves. Each new character gets plenty of time to be introduced and developed, leading into a finale that raises the question of what happens when not everypony is happy with the change in rulership.

And it’s not just new characters that are fleshed out. Twilight’s school is ever present and MagnetBolt goes into some of the inner workings, such as how Trixie’s role as counselor has panned out. Her chapter helping a kelpie is really entertaining and works its way into the main narrative with a humorous bent.

There’s a lot here to love and talk about, but I need to stop so that you can go read it yourselves. I’m a fan of the “What if” but I also like to see how a story continues after its conclusion. This one fills both those nitches quite nicely!


It’s the week before the Canterlot wedding and tensions are high, even more so for the changeling love collectors. With the results of the wedding, life is going to change drastically, regardless of the outcome.

For one co-owner of the Sweet Roast Cafe, wife to a loving stallion, and undercover changeling, Sweet Leaf can only hope this change is kind.


What happened to all of the other changelings, already fully integrated into pony society across Equestria, when the royal wedding happened?

This fic delivers an answer, and how it delivers indeed. All of the small details and tiny flourishes of style come together very well in not only the lead-up to the wedding, but also the aftermath and all that it entails.

I found the ending somewhat predictable, but genuinely enjoyable and entirely natural thanks to how connected I felt to Sweet Leaf and her circumstances (not as unusual as one would think in this world). The worldbuilding here, both as relating to changelings as a whole and Sweet Leaf’s life in particular, really fleshes out the story and is a textbook example of how fanfiction enhances the original media in a creative, personal way.

Give this one a read if you are a fan of changelings, character studies, or coffee.

One of the biggest gifts to the fandom was the introduction of changelings. They exploded in popularity when it came to fan created content, fanfiction included. So many theories on how they function and live within the My Little Pony world have been created around them and now Azure Notion throws in their version.

I really adored the setup for this one. A routine changeling infiltration is going very well. Love is being gathered and nopony expects anything to be off with the cute barista, Sweet Leaf. We follow her little world and how it relates to other changelings in the area. She’s content to let things stay the way they are. Then the wedding happens.

What follows is mass uncertainty for the undercover changeling, not knowing how this will affect things. I really grew to love her and her plight. The stakes are high and I wasn’t able to stop reading until I reached the end.

This is the kind of thing fanfiction was made for, to expand what the canon gives us. A story about the everyday normalities being upended by the big events from the show. And hey, if you end up enjoying this one, the author has started a sequel!


Apple Bloom can't fall asleep. The house is making those noises again, the ones it only makes when she's home alone.


This is a mood.

In all seriousness, this is a great example of how to create mood in a story. The creepiness level just rises and rises with each paragraph, thanks to three things Fabby excels at here: diction, sentence flow, and pointed descriptors. It is incredible how much more tense each consecutive sentence makes you, how much you immediately empathize with Apple Bloom.

While the ending may not jive with everyone, I personally enjoyed it and what it might imply about Equestria at large. Give this a read if you like horror or atmospheric pieces.

Oh, I’ve been there. Awake at night, the absolute stillness of the air. How every minor sound is the coming of some great evil that will devour you in your own bed. Unless you pull the covers over yourself. Everyone knows that’s the ultimate protection.

However, this is Equestria, and odd noises can mean way more than just the house settling on its foundation. Apple Bloom experiences this the hard way. More than just bumps in the night are at play here. And that blood red moon is also very suspicious.

I loved the atmosphere of this one. I really felt the dread building and building as the climax approached. This one’s a good read if you want to feel that unworldliness of being half-asleep and not being able to fully wake up. Perhaps don’t read it before going to bed, though...


Rainbow Dash has a wonderful life. A great job, wonderful friends, and a beautiful mare she loves to come home to. At least, she used to love coming home to her.

What do you do when it feels like the chain has slipped in your relationship? Rainbow Dash doesn't know, and until she finds out, her wonderful life isn't quite as wonderful as it seems.


Rainbow Dash isn’t exactly known for sounding resigned to anything, so why doesn’t she want to go home?

This fic explores a profoundly relatable set of circumstances that any one of us might very easily find themselves an unwitting part of. Cold in Gardez’ short bio reads: “Stories about ponies are stories about people,” and I can hardly think of a more apt line to describe this story.

The highlight here is not only the well-written characters—Rainbow reminds me a lot of Charlie Brown from Peanuts, with Rarity as a more grounded Linus—but their interaction as doctor and patient, as confidantes, and, of course, as friends. It’s a refreshing take on a very old premise and definitely worth a read.

Sometimes, you find yourself in a funk that you just don’t know how to break out of. Ignoring it doesn’t help and confronting your feelings reveals some uncomfortable truths. Good thing Rainbow Dash has got a good friend to pull her out of it.

The bulk of the story centers around Rainbow and Rarity having a discussion. What I love here is Rarity’s wonderful way of pinning down the problem Rainbow Dash is having. A little misdirection here, a little reverse psychology there. Looks like her detective skills have evolved to include amature therapy sessions.

Twilight could probably learn a thing or two here.

But that’s another story entirely. Here, we get to see Rarity at some of her best as she helps Rainbow work through her problem. If you’re in the mood to see how somepony can get inside others’ heads, then you’ll be delighted with this!


Floydien slumped in his chair. “It wasn’t even close.”

“Well,” Intern began, looking around the clubhouse from where he was leaning on the window sill, “I have to admit, I’ve never seen anyone get double-digits on all eighteen. That has to count for something!”

“Maybe,” said Floydien, sipping at his chocolate milk on the rocks. “By the way, you may want to change your socks. It looks like you’ve—”

Without warning, he slid on a pair of sunglasses.

“—Got a hole in one.”

Intern paused, staring at his socks. “I don’t think—”

“Then how did you get your foot in?!”


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Comment posted by Mpatton17 deleted Jun 28th, 2020

Another day, another dollar.

SA has done its jobs, leading people to good stories they had missed. I read Mythic Dawn, and it was a lot of fun!

Thanks for these reviews guys!! Y’all are awesome.:raritystarry::pinkiehappy:

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