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.
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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“Does nothing ever change with you?!” She yelled above the noise, spinning around to face him and causing her oversized purse to strike an innocent passerby.
“What are you talking about?” He asked back. He wore the usual perplexed look.
She just wished she could slap it right off of his face. She hated that look. It was as if he were saying, “It's not me, baby, it's you that's the problem”.
“Don't act like you don't know, Bobby,” she answered.
“I really don't know what you're talking about. I thought we were having a good time,” he offered but she wasn't having it.
“No, you were having a good time,” she corrected, pointing her finger at him. “I was embarrassed.”
Rachel didn't particularly care that they were outside, arguing in front of a bunch of strangers. It must have been a usual occurrence though, because they didn't seem to draw much attention.
“About what?” Bobby asked as if he had no idea.
“Well, for one thing, the fact that you couldn't stop staring at that little slut's cleavage in there pretty much-,” she began but he cut her off mid-sentence.
“Oh, come on!” He yelled, glancing upward and throwing up his hands as if to give up.
“Even the waitress noticed, Bobby! She had to ask you twice what you wanted to order because you were practically in a trance,” Rachel informed him.
“Oh, is it? Then how do you explain those texts you got two weeks ago from that girl?” Rachel was beginning to fume. She couldn't believe he was denying all of this.
“Those texts were nothing,” he argued, “I told you that Carlos gave my number to this girl he ...