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.
Writers
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 or miss out on the current writing contest. $1000 in cash prizes will be awarded when this creative writing contest ends.
Readers
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
Pete took his time answering the question, choosing to smile instead and give first me, then Robert, a slow eyeballing. “No children here, Ms. B.”
My fingers instinctively tightened on the gun. “Don’t play games with me, Pete,” I seethed. “Where are my children?”
To my chagrin, Pete seemed entirely unconcerned. He aimed a languorous finger at Robert. “Did’n’ he tell ya? There ain’t children here.” His smile grew sharper as he straightened, seeming to shed the old, folksy janitor persona. “There’s nothing here, Maribel, but inhuman mistakes, soon to be rectified.”
His voice, clipped and intelligent, threw me for a moment. But only a moment. So he could play roles; it was nothing different than what I’d done hundreds of times. “I don’t have time for games,” I said. The gun clicked as I cocked it. “Tell me what you did to the children, and tell me now!”
Robert quietly slid past me, keeping a steady eye on Pete. “You hold him here, honey. I’ll go look for the kids.”
Pete laughed. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
The fact that Pete looked so pleased at the idea stopped Robert cold in his tracks. I took a step forward, needing none of my acting skills to look furious. “I swear by all that is good, Pete, if you do not tell me where they are RIGHT NOW, I’ll spray your brains across the hall!” It wasn’t exactly ‘teacher’ language, but it fit the situation.
However, Pete only looked amused. “And then how will you know where your precious ‘children’ are, hmm?”
The temptation to pull the trigger was growing by the second. I clenched my teeth so hard they hurt, then gave in.
Robert shouted in surprise as the shot ...
