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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