"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

*WATTPAD FEATURED FEB 2018* *2018 FICTION AWARD WINNER IN SCI FI CATEGORY* Leah Azemar's soul has been sent to the world of the dead. She just doesn't know it. ... Leah Azemar has spent her life trapped in a town that moves slower than she does, hiding her abnormalities from people who would fear and exploit her. But when Leah slips up and a mysterious boy called Jared comes asking unanswerable questions, Leah is thrust into a fight that she's convinced has nothing to do with her. But Jared knows things about her that he shouldn't. And he can do things that no one else in her world can do. Soon, Leah begins to realise that somewhere, deep in her subconscious, her memories have been trapped. And the more she remembers, the more she realises how badly she needs to return to the living.

What if . . . you could redo it all? The novella. #3 TimeTravel. If you could go back in time and redo one thing in your life, what would it be? Anaya, a disillusioned, thirty-five-year-old doctor, has been looking after Gregory, a retired watchmaker and resident of an aged care facility. On her last visit, he gifts her his final creation, an exquisitely-crafted watch, knowing she will die tragically that very day. It will turn back time. With one condition: she must choose the time and place to reset the clock, and redo just one thing in her life. Regrets, it seems, are easy to realise when you're dying. Hers was dropping out of school at seventeen. But what if, after one small change, her life would become much worse than it was? Or unthinkable disasters result from a single step off her path? When the alternative is die now, her choice makes itself. And so, Anaya's story begins with her last thought. Would I have done this if I had any option but the grave? Would you?

Tuesday is somewhere between completely dead and completely alive. Still kicking the bucket. One foot in the grave. Pushing infinite daisies. When you die, you come back at the rate people remember you. So when Tuesday happens to have an incredibly embarrassing death, she happens to get remembered a lot more than she cares to be. You can flit through each mention of your name, wallowing in what people remember about you, or you can break the tie and wait out your sentence, wait until no one has anything left to remember about you. On a mission to end her life officially, Tuesday finds herself meeting someone else who's haunted by their past, except their death is far from embarrassing. Cover by williamsherlock- <3 #SPA2017