Here are some samples from other cell phone novels of my own over the years or other cell phone novelists in our communities such as Textnovel to demonstrate the shifting styles but retaining the core form:

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Chapter 3, Move: a Journey of Music (2013) by TAKATSU

Tonight,

11:30 pm,

from the ebony depths above

drift the first snowflakes of the year.

A ballerina's dance

the slow waltz

the somber

but beautiful parade

of white wonder.

They seem so light and carefree.

Yet, my hands ache from the weight

of the guitar and my gear.

And my feet are sore from walking,

too poor to afford to board the train.

The weight from

long weary nights

hoarse voice

burning fingers

and a tight wallet.

It has been three years.

Furusawa Kanade would say.

How long will you keep this up?

Indeed, where do dreams end?

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Chapter 4, Move: A Journey of Music (2013) by TAKATSU

Like a lost

soul

I swim through insomniac night

crowds

and stumble into

my tiny desolate

apartment

dropping my frozen

suitcase

and with trembling hands,

gently place my guitar

in its usual spot.

A spot with years of wear,

yellowed shadow

a territorial mark

home sweet home

of the case.

I make a cup of tea.

Jasmine tonight.

Only one packet left,

I need to buy more.

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Chapter 28-29, Move: A Journey of Music (2013) by TAKATSU

"Thanks for the coffee."

"No problem."

I'm not the kind of guy to have the girl pay.

And we are much too close to pay separately.

At least I can afford this.

Don't ask for a five star hotel meal yet.

Or a half or full carat diamond ring.

But I will pay for the coffee.

The peppermint sauce tickles my throat.

I huff out a stream of fresh ice, hot and cold.

"Say," She pauses.

Looks out the window

at the crowds below,

torrential currents

of heads bobbing,

legs prancing,

before continuing.

"Have you ever read Plato's Ion?"

She leans forward on her elbows,

clutching the cup between her elegant fingers.

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Chapter 233, Move: A Journey of Music (2013) by TAKATSU

Tomomi is surprised,

astonishment lighting up

obvious on her face,

eyes open in wonder

as if watching a spectacle.

I am the spectacle.

All eyes rest on me,

like the weight of ships' anchors.

I may have intended to

trump Okazaki's story

to demonstrate my heroic quality

I may have intended to

paint a masterpiece of

vibrant pigments and extravagant display

I may have intended to

strive to believe that

my passion is not in vain

But for now,

something has clicked,

an invisible switch

flipped to the other side

and,

my mind is blank.

A white canvas.

I will deliver my white canvas.

The medium is the message.

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Chapter 235-236, Move: A Journey of Music (2013) by TAKATSU

As I clear my throat

and conjure

a figment of reality

instead of

a facade of romance,

I find that truth

is easier than fiction.

Truth is there,

ready to be told.

To be held.

It isn't a pleasant experience,

but when pretence is no longer pleasant,

the truth becomes easier.

I tell them.

I tell them

what might be my reality.

I am no musician.

I am no student.

I am no prodigal son.

I am no achiever.

I am... nothing

Nothing that can be measured.

But I am,

a dreamer.

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Chapter 30, The Fringe of District 24 (2012) by TAKATSU

"We should hurry and get started before the sun sets."

Emi's blonde hair drifted in the wind

and she reached over to brush strands from her face.

But I could tell that her hand was trembling.

Was she that scared of Kenta's make belief stories?

"Yeah, let's, before the Creepers come out to play."

"Kenta!" I scowled at him. "Stop!"

"Fine. Fine." He grinned and picked up his bag.

I hefted my notebook and pen,

and followed the two along the shore.

Emi was up ahead already picking her way next to the river.

Kenta was just behind her laughing at something.

But she didn't look so comfortable.

What was bugging her?

Even as I wondered,

I felt a strange sensation

creeping on my neck...

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Chapter 61, The Fringe of District 24 (2012) by TAKATSU

I shuddered and hugged myself and the tablecloth.

"What are you talking about?"

He smiled. "Nothing. I thought you didn't want to hear any more stories."

I felt my heart stop.

"There's a legend about this place."

"That whoever touches the water..."

He paused for dramatic effect.

"will die."

I groaned.

"Of course we will die, everyone dies some time."

I tried to sound as nonchalant as I could

and brush him off, as Emi seemed to snuggle closer to me, but he continued.

"This is where the Creepers live."

"People say they are dead people,

some say they are the missing students each year,

but others say they are fragments of creatures from the Fringe."

"But they will lure you in and eat your soul. And then you become a Creeper."

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Chapter 61, The Fringe of District 24 (2012) by TAKATSU

We were sitting next to the campfire Yuji had made.

The orange light

flickered and danced

on our faces,

like an apparition.

The air of the night was cool

against my back

but in front of me,

the heat of the fire

scalded my face,

smoke, ashes and sparks

crackling now and then.

I couldn't get over how

I was now in a dry blanket,

because it meant Yuji

had to peel off my wet uniform.

It wasn't anything special

when we were children,

but my cheeks felt hot

and I was drowning in

my secret embarrassment.

But if he hadn't

I would catch a cold,

if I hadn't already.

"I see..."

I had trusted Yuji with the full account of my story,

hoping he wouldn't think I was stupid

for such a tale of the unseen.

His face was unreadable,

as he looked thoughtfully into the fire.

But my own heart was still wrenched with worry.

He hadn't found Kenta and Emi...

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Chapter 66, The Fringe of District 24 (2012) by TAKATSU

The only light available

was the electric lamp Yuji was carrying.

Torches weren't an option since we might light something on fire.

But electric lamps weren't very bright.

He was in front of me,

loaded rifle in one hand,

while his sleek black hair

that touched the base of his neck

reflected the light from the lamp.

There was no way he could fire a rifle with one hand,

but I was too much of a coward to take his place in the front.

The darkness was complete,

when we left the embers of the campfire.

and the sensation of leaves,

branches, wet undergrowth and soft soil

became regular and I tried to tame my fears

from the touch of unknown objects.

Yuji lent me his change of clothes

and a large hooded cloak

too many sizes bigger than me

and all I could smell was his scent.

It protected me from the insects and plants

that entangled us with every step,

but I felt guilty for leaving him with only his tunic.

How could Rangers do this kind of thing?

I wondered if he was getting injured or felt cold in his fatigues.

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Chapter 86, The Fringe of District 24 (2012) by TAKATSU

Even though I held up my katana like I had trained in the dojo with a kendo shinai,

even though I could see the black shapes of the beasts leaping for us,

I forgot to scream

as I fell suddenly

sucked

into the ground

that opened up

its jaws.

My heart leapt up

towards my head;

my breath

caught in my throat.

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Chapter 87, The Fringe of District 24 (2012) by TAKATSU

Down

down

down

down

swallowed by obsidian darkness

blind in the unyielding cold,

flailing with my arms and legs,

crying out for dear life,

air becoming colder,

as my heart climbed into my mouth,

fighting an urge to vomit,

deeper

into

where?

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Chapter 88, The Fringe of District 24 (2012) by TAKATSU

Just as suddenly as I fell,

completely blind,

I hit the bottom,

bottom first

a shockwave of pain

a jolt through

my bones,

gunshot

echoed

and

echoed

in my skull,

everything

jarring

to a halt.

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Meaningless by fabrication

I've got to go.

I'll call you later."

She says.

I nod.

The bells on the door

chime as she walks out.

An hour later

I'm still staring at the door.

Swinging as people

come in

and go out.

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Chizuru by EllieCue

Birds with the same feathers,

flock together –

I never knew what this adage

means before.

I mean,

why do people group themselves

according to “who” they are?

Why can’t everyone just get along with

each other?

Like…

…friends?

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The Silent World's Disturbed Melody by Opum

It's time for me to achieve nothingness.

I close my eyes, seeing nothing.

I open them back again, look

once more

at my arm, 

bruised and sore.

"I hope she beats her."

I close my eyes again, seeing

the red sunset before

my world shatters for the first time.

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Strawberries and Whip Cream by nashipo

He pulls me back

from my retreat

to my haven

my empty seat waiting for my return

What is it?

I wonder.

Senpai.

My nickname calls me back.

To reality. Or is it not?

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Chapter 5, Idol X Suki by CCShoelaces

My feeling

grows out from a seedling

into a beautiful flower.

No one knows where does

a seed comes from.

It’s the same thing as how

I fall in love with you

out of the blue.

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Sun's Shadow by Lixia

Does the Sun have a shadow?

The question continues to linger in my mind.

After I quit the sport that allowed me to shine brighter than the sun,

I often ponder whether there is an underside to the bright sun.

Why?

Maybe it's because I couldn't live up to my name.

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Pulse by Cosette

The calming

murmur of the drizzle turned into

a scream of despair as thunder

stroke. There was no ending to my tears;

they were just like the downpour outside.

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CROSSDRESS by shouMIA

In this life, 

there’s many doors. 

One closed, 

another one opened. 

If all doors closed, 

we always have the right to choose 

which door we want to get into. 

Stretch out our hands, 

and twist the doorknob.

The light 

will be always waiting for us

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Connected by Cosette

His eyes appeared to be empty,

almost emotionless. Even if he was close,

as he was leaning over me,

the black haired boy seemed to be extremely far,

away from my grasp,

difficult to touch and reach. A feeling of pity

swallowed me up. I felt as if he was

watching me from inside a building completely made of

glass, where I had no way of access."

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We Paint Our Own Skies by Ayane Nanami 

Promises are always broken.

Coming from a trusted friend or enemy,

They are still broken.

Promises such as " I'll always stay by your side."

Or,

Promises such as " I'll never leave." 

All are broken, and forgotten.

Then, I ask of you-my friend...

Why make promises which you can't keep?」

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