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Prompt: Write about your favorite memory with food
When I was a young child, about 5 or so, I dreamt of writing shows. I wanted to make my words on paper come to life on screen. I didn't even know how to write. But I had to try.
I started small, writing short stories about my socks or my gangster brothers. But I wanted more. I wanted to create something that would touch lives forever. But who was I? A 5-year-old suffering artist, struggling to get by? How could I stand out in the throngs of other authors and be who I truly was?
I had to write about something universal. I knew only my few friends and my family, who simply didn't understand me. Instead, I called a fellow artist in Brooklyn, Jay-Z. He gave me the best advice I could have asked for: "Leave it alone" (I couldn't tell if he said "it" or "me" but that was all I needed).
That was it. I needed to go specific. One, single thing.
I narrowed it down to food. Everyone eats. Everyone needs and wants food. It's the most basic desire and necessity we have. It's its own entity.
It was a genius plan. I wrote and I wrote until I had a full, 4-hour screenplay. This would change my life forever.
My topic was, obviously, burritos. The universal love of consumers. Everyone who heard about the project adored it.
Those who participated were mandated to eat only burritos for the entire duration of the project, which lasted about 3 years. Throughout production, I matured and truly became the adult I was meant to be.
My final scene was the mighty punch to the audience's face. The actors circled around the last burrito, as it transformed into diamonds and exploded.
As the scene finished filming, I slowly walked towards the burrito, touched it softly, and whispered, "that's a wrap."
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