Flash Fiction Winner: Faithless ⚡️

by Marleigh Green The bone-deep chill of the night air brushed across Abraham’s skin, triggering a shudder that his tattered clothes were unequipped to contain. He wrapped his arms around himself, cradling his knobby elbows, his hollow eyes called to the shadows that hovered in the crevices of the artfully worn brick buildings that loomed around him, tracking for any movement. The comfort he’d always associated with walking the streets of Poitou-Charentes eluded him, the Read more…

Writers’ Resources–Romance

by Melody Rivas Writing about love isn’t easy. Writing isn’t easy, period, but romance can get especially complicated. We all have our own unique experiences with relationships, and trying to verbalize those feelings can get messy. On the other hand, a lot of aspects of love are universal, and it’s easy to fall into the trap of writing another fairytale romance. But worry not! We here at PTM have curated this list of resources for Read more…

They Both Die at the End by Adam Silvera

by Sarah Burton They Both Die at the End by Adam Silvera follows two teenage boys, Rufus and Mateo, on the day they know they’ll die. And it’s brilliant. I didn’t want to read this book. I like happy endings, and the title suggests tears. It delivers, but it’s worth the pain. They Both Die at the End captures that “keenness of feeling” that burns through our teenage years. Teens hover on the moment’s edge, Read more…

Authors I Should Read

by Shannon Stockdale-Elftman In the interest of honesty, I have a contrary streak—a large one. Sometimes, I don’t like things simply because too many people do. It’s committed me to a lifetime of missing out on stuff like Breaking Bad, Sarah J. Maas, and Takis. Due to my contrary nature, I generally do not make resolutions. If I aim for life-altering change, I will wait until I hit rock bottom in the time-honored traditions of Read more…

Flash Fiction Winner: A Wretch Like Me ⚡️

by Rhiannon Guzelian That November night fell swiftly but gracefully, draping the dense New Hampshire woods in impenetrable darkness. Elias panicked. He should have made camp nearly two hours ago. As the wind whipped harder and ushered in an icy cold, he cursed himself for allowing the evening to creep up on him. Though, to be fair, it had an advantage. Elias was moving slowly. Buried deep within his left leg was a constellation of Read more…