The Future of Collaborative Fiction
StoryMash, the future of collaborative fiction. A creative writing community for authors, amateur writers, readers and anyone interested in collaborative fiction and collaborative creative writing.
Authors and writers hone your creative writing skills. Collaborate on new fiction stories, or branch an existing fiction story in a different direction by writing the next chapter or even a chapter into its middle!
Authors, earn money for every chapter you write and self-publish on StoryMash. StoryMash rewards your creative writing talents by sharing at least 50% of the advertisement revenue.
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Readers participate in the collaborate writing community. Vote for your favorite chapters and influence which plots get written next. Provide your feedback, praise, and criticism to authors about their creative writing in discussions attached to every chapter.
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“Go back. The desert is unforgiving. The sun strips you of your vanities. The sand erodes your ghost,” the shepherd turned to the mysterious wanderer, probing with his deep set green eyes. “The desert is ruthless,” he continued. “It swallows you, digests you inside it’s vastness. The desert will strip bare your vivacity. It shows who you are, wanderer.”
The wanderer dug his staff into the sand allowing it to help propel him forward. He seemed lost in thought for a moment. After a the faraway gaze left him he spoke to the sheppard. “I am no longer a wanderer. I told you. I will stay in this place until my undertaking is complete.”
“Then I see now who you are. You are my guest. I will share what little I have. But if you wish to share in my generosity you must share your story. A man does not travel to a hell lightly,” he chucked.
“This planet is foreboding but I have some experience with hells. I should introduce myself. My name Bran. I was born in the Aryns, a system almost seven light years from here.”
“Aryns,” the shepard questioned. He recalled a legend of that world, though it was too fantastic. “Bran, I am called Morell. We are now familiar. I have lived a long time and have heard a lot of tales, but only one of mages. Tell me Bran, are Aryns really mages?”
Bran hesitated, babing sweat from his temples with his cloak’s sleeve. “The word mage is not appropriate. The power you might think of as magic is really just the use the vibrations that makes everything exist. But there is a mind behind it, one that whispers wisdom, keeps you at peace. Unfortunately, my people have stopped listening for the ...