Idea I picked up from a popular website (yep u guessed it right). Let's make our own version. I will be posting mine next.

We always took the same train, same cab, same time. We exchanged many glances and smiles, but I never pulled up the courage to go beyond hello and good morning. Today, she sat across me, wearing an engagement ring...in her middle finger.

Stiffler,
Interesting story, so does that mean, she is still interested in you and ready to cheat, as she sat accross you and she is wearing the ring in the middle finger not the ring finger. Or did i think too much? Short stories that baffle me at the end bug me a lot :). 
I will post mine as soon as i come up with one.

Dynamite
Few things are left unexplained; but I can tell you this much: You are on the right track but not exactly there yet. She definitely isn't interested in cheating with the protagonist.

I was walking across the jungle to my destination. suddenly a leopard came in front me. I had to defend myself. i posed myself to kick it in the mouth to inflict most damage. I kicked hard and woke up in bed. wife was mad i had kicked her.

I want to dance, I have always wanted to dance. I would like to tango, salsa, tap dance, ball dance and even break dance. The music will flow, I will swing my hips, I will sway with the rhythm, I shall dance. I dream about dancing, it is my only dream. I asked my doctor when would I start dancing? He replied, "As soon as we fit you with prosthetic limbs." Its okay to dream, isn't it?

"I really love you, I can't live without you," the husband said.
The wife with her weak hands shot him right on the head.  He collapses, the blood from his head drenches the wife's leukemia reports, then she collapses.

Awesome pieces of work, specially the last few ones.

Wonton: 8/10
Halo: 10/10
Dynamite: 10/10

sab babbal chha.

 Dynamite, it was really a dynamite! Keep it up  dude.

The bowl is just next to my bed. I finished Ramen Noodle, which has been my dinner for last three days. I will clean it tomorrow. I turned off the lamp, which is on my right side. From fifteen feet away,light was seeping through the restroom door and directly hitting my eyes. I pulled my blanket and covered my head, and murmured 'good night.'

Now, I am awake hungry and that damn light is ticking my OCD.

 F train, midnight, just us.
"How're you" He smiles.
"Dying"
"I died 20 years ago", he hands his newspaper.
From 1991, it says under his picture - Shot dead in F train.
"Wasn't kidding"
"Me neither" I take my coat off.
Blood oozes from my chest.
Was shot minutes ago.

Keeping it under 50 words was difficult. Wish you had said 100. :)

My life is next to perfect. At 20, i have acheaved more than any average 20 year old citizen of a third world nation could ever dream of. Notre dame, 4.0, 08 mustang, miss teen girlfriend, overwhelmingly supportive family; yet i click that "sajha hall of fame" link every single day to see how close i am to beat the stats of "baned user".

Guys keep it coming; I am getting blown away by the creativity.

Bhakunde bhut you proved that a good short story doesn't have to be a shocker and can be mundane. Liked it.

Behoove_me; completely blown. Very well put.

One that got away; now that's a story. Way to juxtapose the contrasts.

Ratnapark.
I look at my toddler; he is sleeping now but I don’t know what to feed him when he awakes.
I look at my transistor, battery is out and I am not sure when I will hear it again.
The parrot is screaming relentless, must be hungry. Maybe I can find a chilli for it soon.
I put down my chakati, move the cage slightly to my right and put my sign for everybody to see:
“Pandit Jaggannath. Fortune Teller”

Young, educated, hardworking with outgoing personality and still cant afford a GF. His uncle is 58 years old propery tycoon in Ktm. He rides different expensive cars and always surrounded by girls. He's got penis of 20 years old.

 My eyes are not open, yet I see. My tympanum is not perfect but I listen well. I dream not big but I will try everyday  to put smile on their face who put me here. 
Oh no! whats this noise?? VACUUM PUMP?? 

Now my dead spirit listens someone saying: "Congratulation! Abortion successfull"

 "Mad people are THE ultimate curse to society! They are utterly useless!! They only make the society go madder!!! Sch-sch-kri-zo...whatever! That's just a scientific crap to keep them alive, and the society has to pay for it!," he yelled, fiercely agitated.

No response. It was the wall.