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.
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