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This is due in a few hours, so I thought I'd post it to see what anyone thinks. The assignment was to make a four page dialogue between two characters, and it was to only be their words. No setting description, sound effects or stage directions. It isn't formatted very nicely on here. So sorry to anyone that might read it. Feedback appreciated, especially if you notice the symbolismz.

Matthew Luper
Creative Writing
Eric Alai
11.25.09

Man: Mind if I sit down here with you?
Woman: Hm? Oh! No! Go right ahead. It's not like it would matter anyway, ha ha ha.
Man: Haha, yeah. Thanks.
Both: ...
Woman: ...So what are you doing out here?
Man: Oh, you know. I just thought this would be a nice place to spend this time. Mind

if I smoke? What about you?
Woman: What? Oh, I do detest cigarettes... But go ahead. This is the where I go

whenever I'm not feeling very good about anything. It may seem like a silly location, and

perhaps it's a bit cliché, but I like it. I come out here often.
Man: Peaceful.
Woman: It really is.
It really is...
Man: So tell me something about yourself, Miss...?
Melanie: My name is Melanie.
Paul: Paul.
Melanie: Paul. Well let's see... I'm a college student, majoring in mortuary science

here, locally.
Paul: Eesh.
Melanie: Haha, that's what all of my dates say, too. It's made it difficult to find a

good man, it seems.
Paul: I'd bet it was hard.
Melanie: Yes, yes. It is. Yeah... So tell me a little about yourself, Paul. What do

you do?
Paul: I was a doctor. You sure this cigarette is alright? You look like it's

botherin' ya.
Melanie: Oh, it's fine. I'll be fine.
Paul: If you say so. Anyway, why were are you going into mortuary science? Such a pretty

young thing as yourself oughta be doing something less depressing, I'd think.
Melanie: Haha, I suppose. I believe it started in my childhood. I had a lot of family

members die; people I didn't really know, but I still went to a lot of funerals. I

wanted to make death easier for people. What about you? What made you decide to become

a doctor?
Paul: Just always wanted to help people, I guess. I just wanted to save lives, you

know? Didn't want no one to die that could have been saved. Lost my mom when I was

just a kid. Heh... Guess I thought the world could never have enough doctors.
Melanie: I'm so sorry...
Paul: It don't matter, Melanie. It's a little late for pity anyway. I wasn't a great

doctor, but I knew that at the end of the day I could lay down in bed at night and feel

good. At least I'd helped them, you know? The dying.
Melanie: That's admirable of you.
Paul: Hah, well look at that. Someone admired me, now of all times.
Melanie: What's it like, Paul?
Paul: What's what like?
Melanie: Being in love.
Paul: What? Oh, the ring. Hah. She died. She died a long time ago.
Melanie: Oh. I'm-I'm sorry. Again.
Paul: No no, s'alright.
Melanie: What happened?
Paul: Couldn't save her either. Seems like life is just a futile attempt to hold onto

the things you love.
Melanie: I suppose...
Paul: So what about you? Surely you have a boyfriend to be sitting with right now.
Melanie: N-no... I've never had a boyfriend. I've never been in love. Never been

kissed...
Paul: Well I'll be. I never would have thought that you of all people in the world

would never have been in love.
Melanie: I've had crushes, but no one's ever told me they loved me.
Paul: That's too bad.
Melanie: Yeah.
Paul: For it to end like this... I'm sorry. On behalf of all the men you've met.
Melanie: Don't worry about it, Paul. Haha.
Paul: Not much longer now.
Melanie: I just love this hill. I come here and do schoolwork sometimes, just to get

away from everything else. The smell and sight of dead bodies can get to a person.
Paul: Y'know... I came out here sometimes too. Frequently, actually.
Melanie: Oh yeah?
Paul: Yeah. To clear my mind. Meditate, I suppose. Always has a nice breeze.
Melanie: Why do you think we were put here?
Paul: What do you mean?
Melanie: I mean, on this planet. What do you think is our purpose?
Paul: Well... I think we were supposed to make our own purposes in life. As you grow

you find what's important to ya, so no two people have the exact same purpose. It's...

oh what's the word...
Melanie: Subjective?
Paul: Yeah, that's it. Subjective.
Melanie: That makes a lot of sense.
Paul: The older you get, the more you think, heh heh.
Melanie: Do you think you and I... Oh, nevermind.
Paul: What? No reason to be bashful, now. Heh.
Melanie: Do you think that if we'd ever met... We might have been friends?
Paul: I'd like to think so. But I'm an old man, Melanie. And you're a young lady. Even

if we'd wanted to, I don't think we ever could have been good friends in this... this

crazy, hellish world.
Melanie: It is a strange, strange world in which we live.
Paul: And die.
Melanie: I'd like to be friends with you.
Paul: That would have been nice.
Melanie: Do you think it's too late?
Paul: Don't you?
Melanie: I don't know...
Both: ...
Melanie: Paul?
Paul: Yeah?
Melanie: Mind if I have a drag of that cigarette?
Paul: You sure?
Melanie: Yeah.
Paul: These things'll kill ya, you know, haha.
Melanie: Oh, shut up. Ha ha ha.
Paul: Here ya go. Go for it.
Melanie: So I just put it to my lips and... Oh this is terrible. Why would anyone

want t-
Paul: Jesus.
Melanie: Th-the sky...
Paul: This is it.
Melanie: Hold me, Paul.
Paul: Uff! Melanie...
Melanie: Paul... will you tell me you love me?
Paul: Are you sure that's a good idea.
Melanie: I just want to hear it once, Paul.
Paul: Melanie, I... I
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You're not being an attention whore, you're just looking for some opinions. ^^

But, yeah. There are a lot of hints within the story that the world is ending. I like how you wrote it, it's easy to visualise, even if there was no setting or descriptions outside of dialogue. :3

Haha, yeah I thought it was kinda funny.