Collaborative storytelling shaped by the community
Tellast is a shared writing space for interactive stories. Write stories together, continue stories chapter by chapter, and let the community vote for the next chapter.
Continue stories with other readers and turn each vote into the next step of collaborative fiction.
How community writing works
The rules stay simple so collaborative fiction can keep moving.
Create a story
A writer opens a world with the first chapter.
Continue stories together
Different continuations compete for the same next step.
Vote for the next chapter
The community chooses which candidate should become official.
The story moves forward
The winner becomes the next chapter and a new vote begins.
Interactive stories people are shaping now
Jump into an ongoing story, catch up on the official chapters, then help decide which continuation becomes part of this storytelling community.
Marina
"Did she really exist?" "Was she truly the woman the song described?" "What kind of life did she live? And how did she feel the first time she heard the song?" The questions wouldn't leave Betty's mind. Day after day, her curiosity only grew stronger until, in a single moment, she made up her mind. "If she's still alive, I'm going to find her and talk to her."
Available Balance
He called the bank. As he worked his way through the endless automated menus, trying to reach a customer service representative, he muttered to himself, "Why is it so hard to talk to a real person?" After bouncing from one menu to another, he suddenly stopped and thought, "Why am I the one trying to reach them? They're the ones who made the mistake. Besides, they'll fix it sooner or later anyway." Then, with a faint smile, he thought, "I guess part of me is actually wondering if I'll get to keep it." He hung up the phone. Even if it was just a mistake, there was a fortune sitting in his account, and for the moment, he decided to enjoy the feeling. Even if it would only last for a little while. Smiling to himself, he whispered, "Maybe I'll show the balance to the guys... just to impress them."
Breaking Point
As time passed, his anger slowly gave way to disappointment and sadness. He had even started questioning himself, but then he stopped and thought, "No! You didn't do anything wrong! How could she do this to me!" Now he needed to calm down and decide what to do next. His wife had taken the children and left. A wave of sadness washed over him once again. He was alone in the house....
The King’s Left Shoe
Theo was the palace cobbler’s young apprentice. His master repaired shoes for the nobles and, when needed, the king. But the king’s shoes barely showed any wear. Even the soles were never muddy. Everyone knew he never left the palace. One day, while checking a pair brought in for routine care, Theo found dried mud on the left shoe. He grabbed it and ran to his master. “Master! The king went outside. There’s mud on his shoe!” His master didn’t even look up. “It must have come from somewhere else, Theo. You know the king never leaves the palace.”
One Square Meter
Leo and Max were two mischievous friends about the same age. They usually got along great. But when the tide went out and exposed a tiny patch of land, they couldn’t agree on who it belonged to. “Shadow Hill is mine!” Leo said. “No, it’s mine!” Max said. “And it’s not called Shadow Hill. I just haven’t named it yet.” “You only want it because I want it! You couldn’t even be bothered to name it!” “Just because I haven’t named it doesn’t mean it can’t be mine,” Max said. “I’ve already decided what I’m going to do with it!”
Oxygen Debt
Mara was in the second year of her orbital assignment. She gazed through the window at the endless darkness glittering with stars. “Beautiful,” she thought. “Doesn’t make it any less scary.” She remembered it was payday. “Even in space, payday is payday.” She opened her account. “Looks a little low... Let me check the details.” She frowned at one charge. “An oxygen deduction? What is this?” She turned to Tomas. “For God’s sake, what’s an oxygen deduction? Do they expect us to photosynthesize?” Tomas just grinned. “You didn’t know? Better calm down, or you’ll breathe even more.”
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