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Here are some samples from cell phone novels over the years in our communities such as Textnovel to demonstrate the poetics, though for the story, you'll have to read them!

Chapter 1, Secondhand Memories (2008) by Takatsu

It was July.

She looked at me with a smile on her face.

I smiled back.

It was summer. School was off. I was in complete bliss.

There was nothing better than this.

With her beside me, nothing could go wrong.

"Let's go." I heard myself say.

She nodded.

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Chapter 307, Secondhand Memories (2008) by TAKATSU

As we stood there, still in an embrace,
all the color slowly returned to the world.

The dark grey clouds above were scattering,
golden sunlight released from Heaven's gates above.

Like honey,
the grassy field in front of us
turned colden,
lit ablaze with vibrant color.
The grass began to
sway back and forth
counting to a beat,
dancing with the wind.

I stood there,
wide-eyed like a child in awe.

Spring.
Spring has come.

Life.
Life has returned.

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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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Chapter 36, The Luzhang Bridges by Ku

Just looking at the details of your life
gives me such heartache.
It's the cinema of the smallest things,
of desires that never saw the light,
gradually forgotten, faded away like mist.
One day a little
yellow leaf fell onto your hair.
It was an autumn afternoon,
mysteriously rich in time
and pure.
The leaf was smooth and cold
when you touched it to your lips,
and it rustled like old silk.
You taped it into your diary
and wrote above it:

Future.

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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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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, The Luzhang Bridges by Ku

Tea houses,
charcoal fires in the streets,
dumplings, rice, cold air,
bright sky —
nobody and nothing.

Who cared and who knew,
who lived here once?
it was all gone, they all suffered for nothing.

They lived and died
here and in a thousand other places,

but it was here that you were born, that you grew up:

a dark eyed little girl, brilliant laugh,
singing in the narrow streets,

I see you dashing down a stone street
swinging your bookbag,

chasing other children through the narrow alleys,
riding in a sleek river boat
covered with a blue awning —

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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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Chapter 2, Secondhand Memories (2008) by Takatsu

The water was cool,
a refreshing touch
dancing up our toes.

I heard a loud splash and felt a wall of cold water swallow me.

I turned to a giggling Uchida Aoi. I smiled roguishly.

Suddenly, I put my hand in the water and gave some right back at her.

She screamed when she was dripping wet too.
In revenge, she unleashed a tsunami at me.

Instead, laughing, I rushed over,
wrapping my wet arms around her
and tackled her into the water.

With a crash we plunged, squealing.

Summer meant no cares in the world.
Summer meant happiness.
That's what I always thought.

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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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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.