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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.

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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.

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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Chapter 2:

As I opened the door to the victims house I took a deep breath to help prepare myself. 

The house was in a secluded location for which I was thankful, I had always hated the crowds which gather from concerned neighbours 

and worse: the press. 

I had seen the pictures but upon entering the bathroom i had to instantly back out; nothing could have prepared me, or 

anyone for that matter, for this. 

I had to back straight out. I felt sick. The victim was a middle aged woman named Sally Pearson who was touching forty, 

despite this she retained her youthful looks 

with long wavy red hair however this was marred slightly by the blood covering her 5’9 frame and staining the white bath tub.

 “Sick bastard” I silently whispered. 

The corpse had both wrists tied together and the ankles were bound correspondingly she was also gagged. 

I had heard from the forensics no DNA could be traced 

however the internet history showed a search of how to remove traces of DNA. I shook my head, the youth of today I thought. 

The cause of death was a cut to the carotid artery in the neck, it was only by fluke the killer had managed it though evident from the dozen or so slashes across the neck some horizontal some vertical

 if it wasn't for the unlucky cut of the artery the victim could have been saved. 

Further information informed me that Sally was a divorcee and was rather rich after she caught her ex-husband cheating and got a rather large seven figure sum off of him. The most prevalent feature however was the large bruises covering her face, this hinted at domestic violence 

however she hadn’t had a relationship since she split from ...