You know that stereotypical creepy house that no one goes near? That house that screams “enter at own risk”? Well, what happens when 14 strangers ignore the warning and enter the house, and get sucked into a game they never expected?

The stories we write are sometimes the memories that we have during the hazy times before the twilight of sleep or lingering fragments before we wake. This is the place where I am going to put my short stories and drabbles. Enjoy!

Written for "One-Shot Challenge #5: Stars Come Across AFF"

Ikuta Toma doesn't like it that his friends are starting to neglect him for a website.

So obviously, like any logical man with a little too much time on his hands after work, he decides to bring the site down.

Except he meets a bunch of crazy perverted fan girls who change his mind. And one in particular that REALLY pisses him off.

I am sex personified. To this day the grand total of girls I’ve slept with...well let’s just not count shall we? To be honest I don’t even remember them. Let's blame it on poor memory huh?

Every single time I've concluded an affair, whether they’re leaving in the morning after a long cuddle, or right after in a smutty sexy seedy manner, all the women (and the one guy yes...I experimented just to see if I was successful...and of course I was!) have said I was the best they’d ever had.

So you see...when my fake girlfriend(she doesn't really know I refer to her like that in my head) told me I wasn't the best she'd ever had (indirectly) and not to be so arrogant, of course I had to change that.

Especially before she got married.

Matsumoto Jun has built an empire on the back the world rejected and humiliated constantly on his sexual orientation. So he vowed to never hire a straight person in his life at his offices. They were ignorant, stereotypical and far too judgmental for the tastes of his magazine anyways.

Until the government decided that he couldn't be the one making such decisions and in popped annoying little squeaming Inoue Mao into his office as a temp.

And life had never been so idiotically hard for the bisexual god-gifted editor-in-chief since.