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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.

Register to be a new StoryMash author today!


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.

Readers, find fiction stories that interest you. After you read a chapter, choose how you want the plot to continue by selecting a branch from among multiple "next" chapters.

While reading one of our great fiction stories, if the story doesn't continue the way you want or have a great idea on what should happen next and catch the collaborate writing bug, register to write a follow up chapter!

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Featured Chapter

Emily opened her eyes slowly. Her feet felt like ice blocks. She shivered wrapping herself into a ball as she adjusted to the darkness of the room. It must be early dawn she concluded. The city’s tall buildings and heavy grey cloud that settled like a gossamer blanket of over them lay before her framed by a  floor to ceiling glass wall. From the view she gathered she was being held in a very tall building and she was in the penthouse. The room was spacious with a kingsize bed, a large fluffy white rug that covered most of the concrete finish floor and a white leather arm chair which currently held her. Her eyes drifted back to the bed. Dominic lay above the covers, his face turned away from her. His large body covered most of the space. The pale skin of his back was exposed showing off his well defined muscle. A thin blanket covered the lower half of his body. Obviously the coldness of the room didn’t bother him. Emily unfolded herself rising up from the chair. She walked over the one of the side tables wondering if he would have been foolish enough to leave a silver blade there so she could drive it through his black heart.

“You won’t find any weapons in this room darling.”

Emily flinched at the icy tone in his voice. This was the first time she had heard him speak. His voice was deep and rich, but held no warmth.

He moved so quietly and quickly that she hadn’t noticed he had rolled onto his back, the back of his head resting on his hands. His biceps bulged beneath his skin. His muscled chest rose with each breath. The blanket had ridden lower barely covering his ...