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!
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
Speedometer at 0, stuck in a jam
Somewhere along 30 kilometres of freeway is where I am
Haven’t moved in sometime, an hour or two
I’m stuck here, bored, and dunno what to do
The traffic continues to pile up, and I stay still
I just wanna get home, go out, and take some pills
But that won’t be happening for sometime yet
Gotta stay calm, just relax and not fret
I need to pass the time before I get home
All I see it antennae, side mirrors and rims of chrome
But what to do in this auto build-up?
I know. I’ll deal with my own build-up
There’s no better time to tickle me pink
There’s too much noise to just sit here and think
If I slide down in my seat, on one should see me
Playing with myself, arriving to ecstasy
So I slide down, and become out of sight
And turn up the radio for some afternoon delight
Looking out my windscreen, glare from the sun
So I flipped down my visor and began the fun
I undid my button and slid down the zipper
Like some sort of self obsessed, party for one stripper
After a moment or two, my tackle was set free
It took a gasp of air and greeted me happily
I’m on my way to shooting my load
And the traffic’s still not moving along the road
Stroking rhythmically to the radio and the beat
One hand of the handbrake, the other on my meat
I focus on the exhaust pipe in front and start to visualise
The illustrious passage in between a woman’s thighs
The smoke coming out is a familiar sight too ...
