"Because sometimes imaginary friends needs you for their unfinished business." Hindi makapaniwala si Ashton ng mabasa niya ang isang talata mula sa isang diary na inuwi ng kanyang asong, si Max. Palala ng palala ang mga nakasulat dito hanggang sa naramdaman niyang nasa kamay niya na ang kaligtasan ng batang may-ari ng diary. Ashton knew from the start that it isn't just a normal imaginary friend. Kasama ng kanyang asong si Max ay magkasama nilang tutuntunin kung nasaan ang bata at magkasamang pipigilan ang masamang balak ng kaibigan nito. In a race against time Ashton must summon the spirit back to their realm before the spirit could destroy something more precious. Pero magagawa niya nga ba ito kung ang kapalit naman ay ang pinakamahalagang bagay at natatanging mayroon siya? Original Story by AliceBellerose Copyrighted © AliceBellerose, 2016

Mafia Series

When Grace Ballard jumped to her death from Mercury Overpass, the whole town halted to a stunned silence. They halted to a stunned silence for all of a few weeks, before things picked up as normal. It's not the same for Natalie, one month in and she doesn't have a clue what drove her sister to do it. When Jenny and Oscar become a solid part of her coping unit - both dealing with untold sorrows themselves - the teens find a way to band together in a time of need. And in the big question, the one Natalie herself fears, is it ever possible to move on from the ones we love? Or will Grace's death take Natalie with her?

A sex worker moves from motel to motel, trying to keep her Zen intact. A young japanese psychotic launches into her next mission. An OG Crip stumbles upon a murder of a slick smooth talking fence. A drunk gay Latino enforcer stumbles through the gutter of Skid Row. And then there's... A broke millennial who gets hooked up by elite and secretive Mackerel Foundation For Meaningless Redundancy with a temporary gig observing these 5 people in and around Skid Row. He's outfitted with futuristic surveillance equipment which makes him invisible, and allows intimate access into his subject's day to day lives. The gig will conclude with him writing a blog detailing his observations, with the understanding that this document will be destroyed as soon as he publishes it, and never read by another person. It's not his story. Who's story is it? If a story is written intending not to be read, is it even a story?