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.
Same Story
Emma picked up her phone, then put it down again. "Maybe I should text him," she whispered to herself. She stared at the screen for a few more seconds before quietly setting the phone back on the table. People changed. Names changed. Faces changed. But what happened between them never really changed. First came the small cracks, then the endings. Sometimes people didn't even bother telling each other it was over. Just... Silence.
The Undelivered Letter
Tom couldn't believe how quickly the years had passed. Thirty years... His coworkers had already started congratulating him on his retirement. He had spent his entire career as a mailman, and somehow the profession had grown old with him. People no longer waited for letters. They waited for notifications instead. Still, Tom had always loved his job. As he cleared out his desk, something caught his eye. Tucked away at the back of a drawer was an old, yellowed envelope. The postmark was nearly thirty years old. Somehow, it had never been delivered.
Marina
Betty had been hosting a late-night radio show for three years. Music wasn't just her job; it was the one thing she truly loved. Some songs disappeared within months, while others lived on for generations. One of them was Marina. Almost every night, someone requested it. The lyrics spoke of a breathtaking woman who captured every heart she met. After playing the song hundreds of times, Betty found herself wondering the same question she had never asked before. Was Marina ever real?
The Forgotten Inheritance
Tommy was in his early twenties. He had lost his father only a few weeks earlier and had finally gathered the courage to return to the small antique shop he had inherited. The shelves were covered in dust, just as he remembered. So were the memories. Too many arguments. Too many things left unsaid. He was still angry with his father, yet standing in the empty shop made his eyes sting. - It's all just junk. - Who would ever buy those?
The Drawing
Lisa arrived at work a little tired that morning. She loved teaching at the preschool, but twenty four-year-olds could be exhausting. After handing out paper and crayons, she smiled. "Today, you can draw anything you like." As the classroom grew quiet, Lisa walked between the tables. Houses, dinosaurs, rainbows... the usual drawings. Then she stopped at one child's desk. "Can you tell me about your picture?" she asked. The child shrugged. "I don't know."
Available Balance
He had been unemployed for a year and a half. The debt kept piling up, and making the minimum payment on his credit cards each month was the only thing keeping him afloat. That morning, he opened his banking app to send a small transfer using what little money he had left. Then he froze. Available Balance: $428,761.38 His heart skipped a beat. For a brief moment, it felt like every problem in his life had disappeared. Then reality caught up with him. "It's a system error," he muttered. "There's no way they'll let me keep it." He took a deep breath and called the bank.
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