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.
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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
Gail awoke with a long, satisfactory yawn you get after a good night's sleep. She was on her back, looking up at the ceiling of the cabin. Everything was red. She adjusted her seat to the sitting position and brushed her hair out of her face. An attendant's pleasantly sedated voice came on the announcer informing passengers that the plane was about to touch down in DFW and to please fasten your seatbelts.
Gail was enjoying the scenery outside the window and the comfy first class pod when she suddenly remembered the stranger. She found a lump of fear quickly growing in the back of her throat. She slowly turned her head to the seat next to hers to find it, empty? Gail sank back into her seat in relief. Maybe it was a dream, she thought to herself, as she looked back out the window. But wait, why am I in first class? And why did I sleep?
These thoughts were put on hold as the plane entered its landing phaze. Gail buckled up and started sorting her carry-on. She was in the middle of looking for her ticket in her purse when it occurrred to her that no stwerdesses had come by to check up on her seat belt. In fact, no one had come by. Her mind flashed back to the last thing she remembered before passing out; the stranger's faded red eyes and the stewardess rushing towards her. No, that must have been a dream, she reassured herself.
Nonetheless, it was odd that she couldn't see anyone else around her. The pod next to her where she thought the stranger was sitting was empty and she could see the two pods in front of her had their curtains drawn up. She was ...
