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....
Free Heating
The boiler’s ignition had broken three days ago. The repairman said the radiators would stay cold until a new part arrived. But Matt’s room was getting warmer every night. He told his mother. She checked the thermometer and shrugged. “Maybe it’s coming from upstairs.” That night, Matt got up for water and heard a tiny sneeze from the basement. Warm air moved through the pipes, and his radiator rattled. He put on his slippers and went downstairs. Orange light shone beneath the boiler room door. Matt reached for the handle. Another sneeze came from inside.
Ten Thousand Uniforms
Since the siege began, Aron had kept his shop’s shutters only half open. Cloth was scarce, and customers even scarcer. That morning, two soldiers appeared at his door. One placed a sealed order on the counter. “Orders from the palace. Every tailor in the city is to make ten thousand uniforms within three days.” Aron scanned the list. “Ten thousand? We don’t have that many soldiers.” The soldier said nothing. Aron pulled the paper closer when he noticed the crest in the drawing. “This isn’t our uniform.” The soldier turned toward the door. “Those are the orders.”
The Orchard Under Ice
Nora had spent three months at the polar research station. From its windows, it was sometimes hard to tell where the ground ended and the horizon began. Inside, the drill’s hum never left the walls. That morning, the team thought they had reached a new layer of rock beneath the ice. When the drill suddenly stopped, Nora leaned over the borehole. “Stuck again?” Elias asked. Nora didn’t answer. She carefully pulled a thin branch from the ice. A small red fruit hung from it. Elias stepped closer. “It isn’t frozen.” Nora touched the fruit. “No,” she said. “It looks freshly picked.”
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