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A Phantom Voice: Chapter 1
Chapter 1: A Night of Tea and Ghosts
“It’s been a while since we talked like this, hasn’t it Minoru?”
A cough. “Don’t call me that. It is Kouhaku now.”
The willowy woman, Priscilla Easton, the Commissar of the Kravitzon base, set a silvery platter onto the table. She then distributed the contents: a tea set and a plate of shortbread cookies. 
It was a room blanketed so thoroughly in white and adorned with so many lanterns and crystalline chandeliers that one needed to shield their eyes when entering. The covered tables stretched far into the distance. Priscilla and Kouhaku sat alone in the center of the room.
“Would you like any, Captain?” Priscilla waved the pot in front of Kouhaku. “I know you like hibiscus.”
A stiff nod.
The teapot tipped. Kouhaku lifted the cup with a bandaged hand and took a large gulp. He winced as it burned its way down his throat.
“You need to take better care of yourself
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Literature
A Phantom Voice: Prologue
Prologue: Dawn

"Who controls the past controls the future: who controls the present controls the past.”

-Party Slogan, 1984.
“The Fifth leader of Lemuria PKE, Director Rod!”
The Grumpig waddled off the podium. In his place, a tall, spindly man in a dark suit limped on the stage. His face was smooth, like a mask, and his head was crowned with receding, graying hair. Light glinted off his prosthetic, steel right arm. He surveyed the crowd with unblinking green eyes.
The auditorium was a sea of black. There were thousands of chairs. From a balcony just above the entryway, a camera broadcasted the speech to the uninvited lower orders. Even the Pokemon paid their respect, a Bayleef in the front row wrapped a black scarf around his neck and a scizor in the center of the auditorium draped a black cloak. They threw twitchy glances and shifted in their seats. With the new leadership, their futures were uncertain. 
A line of flags ran along the walls of the
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Literature
A New Rival
“He said his daughter, May, is at Route 103. So, just a bit further…” I wiped sweat off my forehead. “Ugh, this Pokemon-trainer-thing is so much harder than they—Hey! Don’t touch that, Garret!”
The torchic stopped, its beak inches away from a bush, one that probably harbored more of those murderous fiends. It hopped away and stopped at my feet. Garret bowed its head in what I assumed to be great shame.
“No, no. Don’t worry. I’m not mad at you.” I screwed my face into what I hoped to be a warm smile. “It’s just that this whole Pokemon journey is kind of getting to me.”
Garret cocked its head. I sighed. Fine, maybe it was not ashamed at all. 
At a superficial level, Route 103, which lay just past Oldale town, looked rather idyllic. Sun was out, lots of trees and grass, and the Nincada cried out with their eerie, screeching sounds. Of course, I would’ve agreed… if I hadn’t actually h
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A Party Unremembered! (Secret Santa Gift)
A silence fell over the Christmas party of four. Even the courageous and mighty Banda the Garchomp had been rendered dumb. The obnoxious rendition of “Jingle Bells” seemed miles away.
There it was, on the counter, the same counter that held the punch and pizza. It was the color of  rust with a black head. A pair of antennae, almost as long as its body waved about. On the counter was one of the most ghastly vermin in the animal kingdom.
A cockroach.
What was such a horrid thing doing here—At this time of year? Eiko the Pupitar hopped away, her eyes narrowed in disgust. No one had any idea, where it had come from. Eiko thought she saw it squeeze through a tiny, tiny hole in the wall. Banda thought he saw it emerge out from under the couch. But, only one thing was certain: such vile things belonged in some third rate hotel or butcher shop, not the Chiba Pokeumans base.
Eiko, like the other three partiers stared. 
And stared.
And stared.
The cockro
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Literature
Pokeumans Writing Prompts List!
Hey guys!

Ever wanted to write something for the gallery, but have no idea where to start? Need a way to spice up a dull story?
Look no further - here’s a list of a whopping 86 prompts (And counting!) to spark some inspiration! Next time you’re feeling stuck, feel free to look use any element of these prompts for your work, however you like. 
Have any shocking new ideas of your own? Go ahead and add in your ideas for writing prompts in the comments section!  
So, without further ado!
A List of Cool Prompts NO-ONES DONE IN SEVEN GENERATIONS OF GAMES EVER!
THE SWEET OG LIST
A transforming Pokeuman in a very remote area has been found and picked up by non-brainwashed humans.  What happens?
A brand-new medical treatment that can dramatically increase a person's physical and mental abilities is developed, but is very hard to produce, has nasty side effects, and only works for a few days.  Wh
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Literature
Guide to the Pokeuman Universe
Welcome! Are you interested in exploring the world of Pokéumans? Here are a bunch of details to help you write about the Pokéumans universe: what Pokéumans are capable are, how society runs, and so on.
Note that this is not a definitive guide on how to write a Pokéumans spinoff, nor is this the actual set of rules, but rather a simple reference to establish some common facts that characterize the Pokéumans universe. If you wish to deviate, please  send a note to or comment to the group and the admins will judge whether said idea is acceptable. 
History
The Pokéumans version is here, the Pokéxtinction version is here, but for those who need a
shortened version:Pokéumans used to live on Earth a long time ago.
Humans came in. Pokéumans and humans lived together, and occasionally had children through humanising rings.Something happened (wh
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Literature
A Correspondence
Diana Harmon, Junior Elite of the PRT, leaned into the swivel chair. The Blaziken’s avian head rolled back and she let out a long, whistling sigh.
Another day, another mission completed. She and her partner, Bethany, had fed asphalt to another group of faceless black-clothed men and liberated a pile of gemstones for their base.
It had been five years since she was brought to the Pokéuman base, four since she joined the PRT. It seemed the best choice for someone like her. No need to think. Just punch in some faces, rescue some kids, and smile for the camera after a mission well done.
Oh how wrong she had been…
Except for the “smiling for the camera” bit. The whole thing felt like one big popularity contest at times. Sabotaging and backstabbing just so one could advance a rank was depressingly common. For every transformee she rescued, there was a dozen more that had been taken by the black-clothed fiend. It was and endless uphill battle. Even worse was the f
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Literature
Requiem to a Pizza
Okay, just have to knock on the door, say something like “pizza delivery,” and then take the money. Not so hard.
Matt Miller, the pizza guy, took a deep breath in before he unlatched the van door and dropped out onto the street. He had been in the business for a scant few weeks. He had spent the entire time behind the register and now, his manager, Eddie, thought it best he got a taste of the “outside world.”
The 19-year old was quite lanky, as if someone who was at least a foot shorter than he had been somehow stretched out. He kept his blonde hair in a crew-cut beneath his red, company baseball cap.
He had always been an “average joe.” Almost to a tee. Average high school, average grades, average athletics, zero artistic talent or creativity. It had been pretty obvious he couldn’t compete with the “real geniuses,” so rather than trying to pursue a doomed and worthless college degree, he had jumped for the first “help
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Literature
Alone in the Desert (IU)
“Stupid hunk of junk!”
Sarah Campbell the Gallade, was not usually one to raise his voice, but even he had his limits.
A swat at the rusted-over hood of the car and it gave off a hollow clank. It had barely gone fifteen miles before it sputtered and, like a particularly stubborn and exhausted mule, refused to go any further. Stupid, stupid, stupid. When they had given him a car, he should’ve suspected that it was too good to be true.
No, no! Calm down! I have a job to do. A couple deep breaths. This was the mission he had been waiting for for a while, a full 40 points. Just thinking about it made him giddy. he would finally get his human form back…
But before any of his dreams could be realized, a trip through the desert… the aptly named “Death Valley,” on foot, with only a 15L bottle of water and a hat. At least the latter looked kind of good on him…
With a frustrated groan, Sarah tore his eyes from the car and began his tr
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Tip of the Iceberg (IU)
I heard that the leaders of other bases liked to show off with gilded doors made of gold or silver and studded with gemstones. The more muted types preferred solid oak with intricate carvings. Most would heap mountains of metal on guards and set them to stand to either side like ogling statues.
But Commander Rita said, “gold tarnishes.” She got a drab, gray, wooden door with Tundra’s symbol, a pair of outstretched wings, stamped onto it. 
Whatever the reason for this summon, it had better be good. 
I had just been sitting down for lunch with some colleagues when the intercom called. It was going to be the best lunch in months, tomato soup. Someone had managed to bribe Boris, the chef, into serving something that was not cardboard flavored. To miss such a special occasion…
I sucked in a breath of air before I lightly tapped on the door.
“Enter.” Came a low, feminine voice.
The office beyond the door was just as austere as the outside.
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Literature
Prisoner's Carnival (IU)
Is this the right place?
The run down warehouse looked more like a hangout for a local gang than a Pokeuman rendezvous point. Its windows were boarded up; its walls covered with graffiti; and the roof had a large chunk torn off. A white delivery truck lay upturned right in the middle of the parking lot. While the front of the truck was smashed to resemble a crinkled soda can, the barely readable license plate belonged to the missing agents.
An icy gust of wind carried flecks of snow. I pulled my coat tighter around my body, careful not to cut the sleeves with my arms. This particular hill, while it gave me a great view of the warehouse, left me completely exposed to the weather. Even trying to angle myself behind a pine tree hadn’t helped much. 
I threw a glance in all directions, more to kill time than to actually see anything and rested my side against the tree. For what felt like the millionth time, I cursed the big, red spike running through my chest.
Hopefully, h
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Literature
Just Another Day (IU)
“So… just for clarification.” I set down the tea cup. “You are sending me into a labyrinth which is, I quote, ‘full of deadly traps, distractions, and even several brainwashed clones’ in order to capture some of the most deadly PKU members.”

“Yes?”
“And I am not given any sort of weapon or other means of self-defense for this assignment other than a pocketknife because I ‘do not have enough points.’”
Priscilla leaned back in her chair. “When playing their games, we need to play by their rules.”
“Can you at least give me a gun? A non-laser one that does not defile any of the rules?”
“Those things kill.” She smirked. “You read the flier, right? No corpses. I am holding you to that.”
“You make me sound like a serial killer.”
“At Oudong-”
“He had his freaking nails up against my neck!”
The only response I got was a long si
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Literature
Kemuri to Kagami: Epilogue
Epilogue: Kouhaku and Priscilla
I crumpled the newspaper into a ball and threw it into the trashcan. Over the past four days, I read the same article over and over. It was time to move on. No matter how many times I read, it just said the same thing.
It had been a over a week, nine days, since I had left the Abano Lodge. Four days after the crime, the police discovered and inspected the scene.
The “Abano Lodge Massacre” was milked for all it was worth. Words such as “gruesome,” “mysterious” and “impossible” kept cropping up. It was a clean lodge, all the guests were missing or murdered. 
Paul was among the missing. Alison had been pretty adamant about cleaning up all that silvery blood from the carpet and taking the body with us.
Surprisingly enough, both Nora and Bruce were found. Bruce’s body was strewn alongside Adam’s corpse in the hallway of the third floor, dead by the same electricity that most of the others
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Kemuri to Kagami: Chapter 9
Chapter 9: Farewell
It was him.
It was so clear now. He knew the staff died from electrical burns and he tried to frame Bruce.  His expression… when he discussed the murders, was like a cat about to pounce on a wounded bird.

Soon, I would be the only one alive in the lodge other than him.
I needed to go warn Adam and Alison, try to save their lives, but…
A loud boom of thunder suddenly shook the lodge, echoing off the walls. It sounded remarkably close almost as if…
As if it were indoors. 

I took another look at Garret’s face. His eyes were closed… and his expression vacant. He looked as if he were sleeping.  
A loud crackling, just like embers from a fire, came from the top of the stairs. It grew louder as it spiraled down. Glancing up, I saw a faint blue glow.  My hand went into my pocket. I clasped the small, pen-like item. Bruce’s spray can…

I grabbed the railing and pulled myself to
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Kemuri to Kagami: Chapter 8
Chapter 8: Tattered Marionette
Tap…Tap…Tap…
Who…?
The door clicked open and dull yellow light filled the room. I squinted at the looming shadow quivering at the threshold.
A gun was pointed at me…
It came to finish me.
It lowered the gun down to its hips.
What is it waiting for?
The silhouette surged forward.
“..aid…r…ou…k.” Its voice was distant, like someone speaking from the bottom of a well.
“Uh…” My tongue did not move, as if it was too big for my mouth.
It nodded slowly and it vanished back into the glowing portal.

It reappeared by the bed with something in her hand… Something shiny and pointy…
It grabbed my upper arm and raised the hand with the object in the air.
“..is’ll…oly…urt…econd…”
I closed my eyes. I really preferred the gun.
A sharp pain ran down my arms. Tingles ran along my spine and warmth spide
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Kemuri to Kagami: Chapter 7
Chapter 7: Confessions




…Auuuugh.
My everything…
Searing hot needles snaked under my skin. My whole body was on fire. The incessant pounding was working on splitting my head in half. Even thinking hurt.
I was still alive…
Sensations slowly filtered in. A soft, fluffy cushion below and a layer of what felt to be cloth above. 
I was in a bed. 
There was rhythmic clinking of what I presumed to be something hitting glass or ceramic. The pounding worsened.
I cracked my eyes open. Popcorn ceiling and an overcompensating lightbulb. Just like I remembered. The quaintness of the room was oddly soothing. Before all these murders started, I had once wished that this lodge would end up nothing more than a dream. Hilarious.
I tried to move a hand to my face.
I sucked in a breath as a massive stab of pain shot through my arm.  
“Don’t move.” Came a masculine voice. “You’ll only hurt yourself more.”
I
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Greetings, fair viewer. I am Catequin (or perhaps just Cat) the Great Knight of Snark. I fancy myself a hobbyist writer of at least moderate skills. Most of my work will be for the illustrious Pokéumans group... though maybe a miracle will grace us every once in a while.

That's... about all I have, come to think of it.

Writers Stamp by shadow-wolf-haunts I love Feedback by Sweet-DooDo

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Aristomenes by SirvanaRachana Snarky by WaywardSoothsayer Sarcasm. by starlined ''NEKO-CHAAAAAAAAAN'' by Mintaka-TK Sometimes, I repeat myself, so what? by FluffyFerret97

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BladetheZoroark Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hey I just wanted to say I'm sorry for being a pain for you and the rest of the admins. After a couple of hours I came to realize that all my ideas can be done without special powers. I realized how thick headed and troublesome I was being with you guys. So once again I'm sorry for being a pain
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Catequin Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Water under the bridge.
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Akiyama64 Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2017  Hobbyist Writer

In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, I, Alan Agnew AKA Akiyama64 AKA NuclearGandhi, come to pass along the words of that prophet, Victor Hafichuk, regarding Pokemon after he heard of a conflict in Pokeumans. Though I ran out of words to speak, Christ has more to say to you by an elder.

 

If you get offended by Him and him, talk it up here www.thepathoftruth.com/forum/v… but if you hear and repent, blessed are you to be saved and escape this evil generation by God’s grace. Welcome www.thepathoftruth.com/forum/v…  Also, Victor’s testimony here www.thepathoftruth.com/testimo…

 

The message:

 

I, Victor Hafichuk, was alerted to this site by Alan Agnew. I have something to say, as a city on a hill lights for ALL to see (replying to those who object hearing about God here - understandably so!

 

Pokémon is demonic. Those involved who think they're Christian have no clue what a Biblical Christian. So you think you're Christian because what, you're Catholic or some other prominent denomination, or because you believe some doctrine you think you have a handle on? No, only the cross leads to being a genuine Christian. As Jesus said, "If any man will follow Me, let him deny himself and take up the cross and follow Me." www.thepathoftruth.com/teachin… (audio).

 

Anyone having any love for God or seeking to have harmony with Him will leave this place and this activity as fast as he would withdraw his hand from a hot stove. The whole Pokemon thing is demonic. I tell you this by the Knowledge and Authority of the Lord Jesus Christ. Believe me and it will go well for you. But those here in agreement with all this evil will not believe me, or they wouldn't be here that way. Those who are genuinely repentant will come out.

 

Quirky Gamer, how has God made Himself known to you? It's not true. It's another god that you identify with, a deceiving spirit. As the Scripture declares by brother John:

1 John 4:1-3 MKJV

(1)  Beloved, do not believe every spirit, but try the spirits to see if they are of God, because many false prophets have gone out into the world.

(2)  By this you know the Spirit of God: every spirit that confesses that Jesus Christ has come in the flesh is of God;

(3)  and every spirit that does not confess that Jesus Christ has come in the flesh is not of God. And this is the antichrist you heard is coming, and even now is already in the world.

 

Victor Hafichuk

 

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Smbfun Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Uh... Aki... You know that the pope John Paul II actually blessed the Pokemon franchise back in the early 2000, right? Just sayin'...
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Catequin Featured By Owner Jul 26, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Aki, Aki, Aki.

While I appreciate that your leader has come out to meet our tiny and irrelevant community, I believe there is an important issue that needs to be addressed,

None of your links work. Also, I am not Quirky Gamer.

That aside, I have looked at your Teacher's website and I noticed: for all his talk about false teachers, he never gave any reason why we should trust him and not see him as yet another false teacher other than him, well, asking us to take his word for it. How do we tell the good from the bad? This Victor Hafichuk also claimed "That year of 1972, I decided to fast for three days and three nights, without food or water. It was around that time that I had a dream of the Lord Jesus Christ" in his testimony. Yet how does he have the authority to condemn someone else's alleged vision of God? By his logic and the ways he condemns Quirky, couldn't he be the one deceived by a spirit?

And neither he nor you has explained what makes Pokemon demonic. And I cant say I understand what is so wrong with Catholics while we are at it.
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Justice1212 Featured By Owner Mar 12, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
❤ put this on someone's page if you care about them ❤
Hey Cate!  Just wanted to say thanks for the support you've given me, it means so much to me.  I love the pointers you've given and you're probably one of my favourite admins to PKU!  See ya around :D
~Justice
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Catequin Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Why thank you very much! Nice to see this image in the notifications and glad to hear you are "back in town."
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Justice1212 Featured By Owner Mar 14, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
And I intend to stay this time ^^ Got some unfinished stories to attend to and such
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Shining-Scribe Featured By Owner Mar 10, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Hello there! Thank you very much for choosing to join :iconunseen-writers:. Feel free to submit your written works to our gallery and help yourself to sampling the works of other writers our gallery has to offer. A writing prompt, our theme of the week, is produced every Monday to help provide creative inspiration. I hope we'll be able to help you grow as a writer. Heart
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