Dance; Draw
Dance. A word best described by the following: an artistic form of nonverbal communication.
She loved to dance. The way her body moved to the beat of the music, the rhythm of her heartbeat, was enticing. She had a talent, a talent that no one can take away from her. Or, at least that's what she thought.
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Draw. Art, or "the creation of beautiful or significant things" was his talent.
He adored how a simple sketch on a blank notebook page could be transformed into a beautiful picture, how one subject - a rose for example - can be viewed in so many ways. He had a talent. Had.
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She pulled her knees to her chest and let out a silent sob. How could she not have been accepted?
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He crumbles the paper - a portrait of a simple red rose - and throws it across the room. He smashes the canvas - a portrait depicting a forest blooming with roses and Roselias. He doesn't care. If the museum won't accept it, why should he keep it?
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She shakes his hand. So this is her new partner?
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He smiles at her. She's very pretty...
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Meowth grumbled to himself as he walked off of the campsite, "Gr, if yous twos won't get a move on in da mission, Giovanni will never accept me as top cat!"
She rolled her eyes and said to her partner, "Can't he just stop about this "top cat" business?"
He laughed and agreed. "I know. That poor cat has his head full of stupid and silly dreams."
"I had stupid dreams—didn't work out for me in the end."
"Ah, what were those stupid dreams?"
"Dancing. I wanted to be a dancer."
"Really?"
"Yes. Didn't you have dreams too, when you were young, before Team Rocket?"
Silence.
"Well...I wanted to be an artist."
"Really?"
"Yes."
Silence.
"Why don't we let Meowth believe that he can be top cat once more. Make him happy...unlike me and you..."
"What?"
"Well, we're living in the ghosts of our dreams. We're still thinking about being a dancer and an artist. At least I am."
"M'kay. Whatever."
"James?"
"Yes, Jessie?"
"Let's make our new dream this and this only. Let's catch that stupid pikachu."
A-N: This is an experimental way of writing. This is not actually how I write. I'm doing this for an extra-credit English project. Review.