If Milton had a weakness, it was the cold. Anything below room temperature would make him start to shiver uncontrollably and if it got down to freezing, he’d begin vomiting.

Sadly for Milton, while he might have a weakness, he didn’t have any discernible super powers.

George hated the raven outside his window. For weeks it had perched on the sill, staring in at him. He thought about shooting it, but he could barely kill a spider. Besides, he didn’t have a gun.

Eventually George decided to move to another neighborhood. The raven watched him leave with contempt but he kept his beak shut.

A man with similar looking bags hopped into my cab. He rudely declined my offer to help with his baggage. It was an hour’s drive. He went into a hotel. After the day’s work I went home. I saw a bag in the trunk. I recognized the bag. It was late, I hurried back to the hotel, described him at the desk. I knocked at his door. He was surprised to see me holding his bag. He thanked me for the honesty, offered a token of appreciation. I declined. The awkward look on his face was itself a memorable reward.

From Guest Contributor Thriveni C. Mysore.

I stared at my client, debating internally how to respond. It wasn’t the first time I’d been asked to perform a questionable task in my line of work. Normally I would refuse, but she was offering 50,000 dollars.

She was bluffing. The fact that she was asking me to murder her husband said that she didn’t have anywhere else to turn. But then again, where else was I going to make 50,000 dollars as a gardener?

Carlos dragged the body onto the street. Veronica screamed about the neighbors, but if anyone was awake, it was because she was screaming. Besides, he didn’t care who knew.

Veronica screamed again. It made Carlos mad to see her crying for her father, but he’d never admit to a mistake.

Today, we’re deviating from the 100-word format. Today’s story is exactly 81 words, and is a submission for this writing site.

Suddenly, the company in California I’ve been negotiating with is ready to sign.

“Sir, you have no idea how glad.”

From Guest Contributor Barry O’Farrell

Other stories by Barry O’Farrell have been published by Cyclamens and Swords and 50 Word Stories, even though he is an actor living in Brisbane, Australia.

Jake sat in the back of the taxi wondering where the snowstorm was coming from. Outside was a sunny day in New York City, but the interior of his yellow cab already had several inches of cold, wet snow and the conditions seemed to be worsening.

Perhaps the fact his driver was a penguin had something to do with it.

For decades, scientists have studied Blackrock Crater to understand it’s almost mystical attraction. Birds, animals–even insects–travel miles to the scenic spot, only to die from a combination of hyperthermia and suffocation. These deaths were not random. Rather, something was attracting the animals.

Finally, Dr. Seaver decided that truly was the answer. There wasn’t any scientific explanation for the phenomenon. The animals came to Blackrock simply because they wanted to die.

Johnny sure liked the sound corn cobs made as they brushed against his shoulders. It reminded him of a simpler time, a better time. That was when he enjoyed ice cream – now he was lactose intolerant.

Wiping the sweat off his brow, he couldn’t even remember why he was in the corn field in the first place.

From Guest Contributor Schmehl