Dialog?

Write a short little story that has nothing but dialog and tags!

"hey" She called.
"Hey!" I said.
"What's up?" She ran up to me.
"Not much, you?" I replied.

Oh, and you can't reuse the tags. Have fuuuun :3

"Hi!" Layla said.
"Hi!" Bob said.
"Hello!" Jessica exclaimed.
"How do you do?" Peter asked jokingly.
"I'm talking!" Bob said randomly.
"You're making me laugh." Layla said and smiled.
"Want to go and eat?" Peter asked.
"You eat all the time, little puppy!" Jessica laughed.
"You make me laugh Jess." the 19 year old Peter said. "Can I ask you something?"
"Yes. What is it?" Jessica asked, suprised.
"Will you marry me?" Peter got on one knee.
"Shut up, she's only nineteen!" Bob slapped Peter.
"Ow!" Peter slapped Bob back.
"Stop!" Jessica shouted and turned to Peter. "Yes."
"Yeah!" Peter said and kissed her.
"Ew!" Said Bob and ran away.
"I want chocolate." Said Layla.
"Get it yourself." Said Peter.
"Be nice." Jessica said.
"Okay. I'm sorry Layla." Peter said to his friend.
And the narrortater said, "They all lived happily ever after-except for Bob."

"Merry Christmas," Mark yelled to me.
"Hey, Mark. Merry Christmas!" I smiled.
"Hey, Swifty," Bryant greeted me with a smile.
"Glad to see ya came around, hot shot," I giggled.
"Thought you wouldn't make it, being surrounded by those girls and all," Mark said sarcastically.
"Yeah, I thought you had forgotten about us," I added.
"Hey, Mark, where is your brother Justin," Bryant asked Mark.
"Hey guys," Justin rang out.
"Why were you under that rock?" I wondered out loud.
"I have a present for you all," Justin whispered.
'Oh my gawd, what is it," Bryant breathed.
"OH MY GOSH!" Mark screamed.
"It's the Bell of Deadness," I recalled.
"Hurry, Nikki, we gotta get outta here," Bryant turned to me.
"Justin, I'll kill you for this," Mark threaten his brother.
"Here guys take these," Bryant smirked.
"If you hear the bell, you drop down dead," Justin shot back at us.
"Bryant, I just wanted to tell you-" I began.
"Shh, tell me later when we're safe, okay?" he interrupted
"Swifty, Bryant, follow me!" Mark directed.
"Guys, wait up!" I called, desperate to get the earplugs in my ear.
"RING!" The bell rang it's first deadly toll.
"NIKKI!" Bryant cried as he saw me fall down to my knees, clutching my chest.
"Guys, hurry!" Mark shouted, not seeing what has just happened.
"Bryant," I struggled to say the words, "I just wanted to tell you that-"
"Swifty, don't leave me," he looked into my dying eyes.
"I wanted to tell you that I love you." I broke down in tears.
"You're going to be okay," he replied as calmly as he could manage as he picked me up and ran into the Ski Lodge.
"Bryant, I've always *gasps* thought that I thought *gasps* of you as my older brother," I managed. "But I realize *gasps* that I've loved you more that that."
"I love you, too. I would risk my life for you." I wiped his tears off his cheek.
"You just did. Promise you'll remember me. Always." I crossed my fingers.
"Swifty, no. I-I promise." I crossed his fingers for him.
"Come closer, please." I kiss his forehead. "Remember me."
"Please don't let go," he takes my hand.
"Never," I breathe with my last breaths.

~Nikki

"Hi," said Mona
"Hey," Lisa replies
"See my portrait," Lisa points to the painting
"Um, No. That is clearly my portrait," Mona argues.
"You wish," Lisa murmurs
"Excuse you!" Mona exclaims
"Mmhmm," Lisa rolls her eyes
"Oh no you di' in't!," Mona roars
"Oh yeah I did," Lisa challenges
"SHUT UP!!!" shouts Picasso
"What?'" Mona and Lisa reply simultaneously
"It's of both of you!" Picasso fumes
"You didn't even paint this!" accuses Mona
"My boyfriend Leo did," Lisa proclaims smugly
"Oh my god, what did I do to deserve this!," Picasso cries
"Leo's my boyfriend!" Mona shoots back
"Not Da'Vinci!" They both remarked
"Oh" They gasped looking wide eyed at each other
"LEO!!!!!!!!" They hollered in unison.
"Uh oh," Leonardo Da'Vinci whispers as he runs for his life





Hope y'all enjoyed. That was a hard challenge! i tried to make it funny though.
Love,
Arrow 'the archer' Byrd

Nikki yours is sad. Arrow, yours makes me laugh. Mona and Lisa-boyfriend Leo-all that. The Monalisa! I like it.

"Y'know," I remarked to my friend Justin one day, "I really hate you."
"What?!" he exlaimed, shocked at my harsh words.
"I hate you," I repeated, and went on to add, "You're stupid, you're ugly, and your voice is impossibly terrible."
"Well! I'm going to set my fangirls on you for that," he threatened, pulling out his phone.
"Awww. Poor little boy has to rely on his fangirls," I taunted him.
He snapped his phone open, tweeting a furious message to his followers as he fumed, "That's it, Monty, I've heard enough out of you! I'm giving them your phone number!"
"Aw," I pouted, "That's really kind of pitiful. Can't you do anything for yourself?"
"I can, in fact! Here, I'll punch you in the face!" he declared, attempting to swing his fist forward and break my jaw.
Easily dodging, I commented on his lacking physical strength, and went on to say, "I'm disappointed in you, Justin. Even my friends in Finland, who are all very womanly men, have good enough aim to actually make contact with my face."
My "friend" Justin was quite outraged at this, but having never heard any of my music, he didn't really understand, and could only retort, "Well, at least I'm not in lame skits all of the time!", to which I promptly replied, "Well, at least the lyrics to my songs don't go, 'Baby, baby, baby, oh, baby, baby, baby, oh'. That's true mastery of the English language right there, my friend."
"I'm not your friend anymore!" he reminded me, ever so kindly, in a quite loud tone of voice.
"I know," I agreed, "It's just a way of refering to people. Haven't you ever been to Britain, or met an extremely dastardly villian?"
"Well...No," he admitted, "No, I haven't."
At this, I sighed, feeling pity for the poor, deprived boy, and assured him, "Well, you will one day. And on that same day, the extremely dastardly villian will throw you off of a cliff and rid us all of the greatest nuisance we've ever known."
"Why do you continuously insult me?" he whined, poking me rather hard in the shoulder.
"Because I hate you," I answered honestly.
"But whyyy?" he pressed.
"Because I hate you," I said again, wondering if he was truly that stupid.
"Why do you hate me?!" he further demanded to know, attemping to smack me in the face again.
"Because," I shouted, "I HATE YOU!"
"Yay!" Everyone in the room went on to cheer.

~Tobi~
~If you don't know who Monty (Python) and Justin (Beiber) are...I feel bad for you.~
~If you don't see how truly righteous his (their(my)) arguements against Beaver are...I pray for mercy upon your soul.~

Tobi, this is why I love you.

"Hello," I said
"Hi" the girl replied, looking at me.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Monique," she stated, "What's yours?"
"Catherine." I smiled, "Do you like to swim too?"
She laughed, "I'm on the swim team back home, but I'm here in Georgia for vacation."
I grinned, "I live here, but swimming is just a hobby of mine. I'm really not very good at it."
Monique laughed, "I'm sure you're good, just not in a competition way. I'm better at high-diving myself."
The corners of my lips turned up, "Cool, where are you from?"
She grinned back at my smile, "I'm from Alabama, Hoover."
"Hoover!" I exclaimed, open mouthed.
"Yes," she said, "Is that a problem?"
"I'm in the marching band," I explained, "And we lost a competion in Hoover, Alabama."
"Oh, I'm sorry," she frowned. "I don't watch that stuff, like I said, I'm a swimmer. Oh, that's my mom, I have to go."
"Okay, nice meeting you, bye." I called after her.
"She seems nice," I said to myself, "But the again, she is from Hoover..."

"It's cold out here, Anne." Charlotte stated. "Why are we even here?"
"Because," Anne replied, "It's the first early frost, and we need to bring the plants in, or else they'll freeze."
"Why can't someone else get them?" Charlotte asked as the frost cracked under her boots.
"We're here, we'll do it. Watch your step, there's glass over here. The frost must have cracked it just enough so that it fell through the roof." She said sadly.
"I told Don to fix that last week, but does he ever listen, no!" Charlotte exclaimed.
"It doesn't matter now, all that matters is saving these plants. They're rare in this quantity, and they're supposed to help feed the homeless this winter." Anne noted.
"Okay, let's get them inside," said Charlotte grufly.
"Hey ladies, need a hand?" Asked Don as he stepped into the doorway.
"Don, you were supposed to fix the roof last week, remember?" His wife said hotly.
"Opps, sorry love. I guess I forgot. Here, I'll help you to make up for it, and sweep up and repair the place today." He offered.
"Good, but let's get going, these plants have been out here too long anyway." Anne said.
"Yes ma'am." Don said, rushing to get some of the largest pots.
Two hours later, they sat inside with tea and Don said, "It's lucky you ladies were here, or else all this might be frozen."
The two womean smiled at each other as Charlotte spoke up, "It was Anne that called me at 3am and told me it was too cold. I told her to turn up the heat, but she said 'No, it's too cold for the plants, we should check on them'. All the thanks goes to her."
Anne blushed, "This place is special to me, and sometimes I get hunches about it. I'm just glad all of you were so wiling to cooperate."
Everyone smiled, glad they had come and helped.

I volunteer regularly at the Royal Parks Foundation, and this was a problem last year.

Oh Chelle, I agree. Chelle, Chelle, Chelle, I will always agree.