Cpn Stories

Love doesn't ask permission. (A Cell Phone Novel)

A boy crashes his paper plane into the middle of the ocean, stranded alone in a place with no people, no daylight, and nothing to guide him home but a red piece of string tied around his wrist. Companion piece to「re:yours」

Sakai Keichi has always been the wingman, the shadow helping his best friend chase girls in an empty cycle of double dates and practiced smiles. He lets himself fade into the background. Until he meets a girl who smells of rain, and for the first time, he wants to be seen. But wanting something for yourself comes with a price. And in the space of a perfect summer, it all falls apart. Keichi learns that sometimes, beauty only exists because it doesn't last. Some people leave. Some stay. And some teach you that even halcyon days must end. \ A poetic coming-of-age told in minimalist, cinematic fragments, Wingman lingers on the small, transient moments that define youth-and the feeling of quiet yearning. --- (c) Credit of cover goes to artist of the drawing. Everything else, I edited on.

Everything to know about writing a cell phone novel. Learn about the structures and styles of one of the biggest literary movement from Japan. An in-depth guides on how to write your own cell phone novels - with the contribution of some veteran CPN authors - which will show you the way to make your mark.

A tale of self-discovery narrated by a sparrow. ✾ a fantasy-melodrama cpn ✾ started: 08/11/2020 Signed, 𝓡𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓾𝓼

A futuristic world of darkness, and wondering makes you an Anomaly, a man starts thinking that his world needs a reboot.

Synopsis: "You love me, and that completes my story. " "Your heart reciprocates my love, and from there begins our story." ***** Now cross posted on Archive Of Our Own.

A story about a girl with Dissociative Identity Disorder and an uncontrollable love for an awkward but ever-loving boy. Akahiro Shinzui met Midorimo Inuha at 2:32 am on the edge of a cliff, screaming her name out to the world for all to hear. And he met Midorimo Tsukika in a quiet library, opening the locked book that was himself and gently caressing its pages. Two girls. Two voices. Two minds. One soul. One true love. ~ **a Cell Phone Novel about mental illness** **based on the author's past experiences, as authentic as it gets ;)** [CONTAINS SWEARING]

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A story out of time about falling.

In a corroding coastal town, a vending machine watches. But who does it watch, and why? What does it make of this once-glorious town, now neglected? The vending machine has been programmed to help, but is it going too far? Ember, a young woman who believes she has unique gifts, is just one of the people the vending machine has cameras and microphones on. But this is just the start of Ember's strange story. ____ First released as part of a PhD project on Twitter. The choice of location and character name were selected by poll choices.

[Cell Phone Novel] 'The sky was dressed in black silk and silver stars. Such an alluring beauty that beckons mortals to a peaceful slumber.' The journal entries of a mystery. Words so pure it shines like the moon's reflection on a pool, during silver nights.

ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ʜɪs ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜɪs ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴏᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴏғғɪᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴇɴɢʟᴀɴᴅ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴇɴᴅ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs ʙᴜᴛ, ʜᴇ's ɴᴏᴛ sᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ..... ʜᴇ's ʀɪᴄʜ sʜᴇ's ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴᴇʀ ʜᴇ's ʜᴀɴᴅsᴏᴍᴇ sʜᴇ's ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ʜᴇ ɪs ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ sʜᴇ's sᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ Edit(Marking Date September 19th, 2017): ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ, ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴛʜɪs ᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ sᴛᴏʀʏ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ sᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ. ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪᴛ's ɴᴇᴄᴇssᴀʀʏ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ. ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ɪᴛ. ᴇᴅɪᴛ : ᴛʜɪs ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ɴᴏᴡ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴᴇ sʜᴏᴛs. ғɪɴɪsʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇǫᴜᴇʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. ɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs. ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴘ. ᴍ ᴍᴇ. #974 in Short Story September 9th, 2017 #944 in short story September 11th, 2017 #992 in short story September 16th, 2017

Volume 1 | A Cell Phone Novel In a land where sorrow clung to the morning mist like silver dew, there bloomed a rose that no gardener had planted. Alone it stood, beneath the weeping boughs of an ancient willow, its petals the color of moonlight-pure, fragile, eternal. They called it the White Rose, though none dared claim to understand its magic. It bloomed only in the wake of a soul unfastened from the world, as if the earth itself mourned with fragrant silence. Eira found it on the seventh day after her brother's passing. The winds had shifted that morning, brushing her cheeks like the ghost of a hand once held. In the quiet of dawn, drawn by something she could not name, she wandered beyond the veil of frost-tipped ferns and into the Grove of Hollow Light. There, it waited. A single white rose, its bloom unblemished, crowned by a fine shimmer of morning's breath. Time seemed to slow, as though the forest itself held its breath. Her grief, heavy and colorless, pressed against her bones-but when she knelt beside the blossom, it trembled... and so did her heart. It whispered nothing, and yet she heard it speak. Loss is not an end. It is a transformation. From then on, the world spoke differently. Raindrops did not fall-they danced. The sun did not rise-it returned, golden with promise. Her sorrow did not vanish, but it began to weave itself into the fabric of wonder. Every rustle of leaves, every petal unfurling, became a memory reborn. Eira returned to the rose each day, and as she did, a garden grew. Not of her planting, but of her healing. - This is an original series from 2017.

My life isn't something you would want. Instead of waking up to hear birds singing in the morning, I wake up to hear glass shattering every time mother and father get into a fight. I get hit for little things too. School is nowhere close to what could be considered my 'safe haven' . Its actually just as bad. I get bullied for my abstract eye color. For my personality. For every little move I make. All of these are enough to keep me up at night. They all make me wonder 'is my life supposed to be this miserable?' Soon enough, I start taking sleeping pills. I started to have a dream and in this dream, I saw a man, I man who was smoking a cigarette and his entire body was smoking too. Like a hazy illusion.

Harmony feels like a fish out of water in Japan and no amount of trying to fit in seems to help. Her foreign appearance, her stutter and the huge language barrier pulls her down into a spiral of isolation. It doesn't help that almost every one in her class seems to exist in a whole other reality - one centered entirely around romance. Sakura Of The Moon © Khadija Karimova 2018 - 2017 All Rights Reserved No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, translated or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews. For permission requests, contact me and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.