The reservation was for one.

The host smiled too wide, like his face knew no other expression. “Welcome to Sanctum, Mr. Allard. Chef Lucien has prepared something… transformative for you tonight.”

Jonas Allard, food critic, adjusted his collar and followed the host through dim corridors that smelled of rosemary, incense, and something faintly sweet…decay. He’d eaten in every type of kitchen. But...

Monday :))

Dear dairy,

Im trying something new today! Mum says writing will help with my anxiety. I can’t really see how writing to no one will calm me down but I guess It won’t hurt to try. Um.. today was fine I guess. Same depressing classes, same depressing people. I really don’t understand the need to go to school. In our modern day and age, school isn’t about learning, it’s about popularity...

Exhaling a laboured breath from deep within my chest, “a little while longer, just a little while longer” I assure myself. My eyes dart up to the seemingly vast, endless blanket of white hugging the rocky mountainside. My mind is plagued by draining ruminations. Inhale. Exhale. I refuse to let myself become incapacitated by these pessimistic worries. I am here to demonstrate to myself that I can e...