When I was in sixth grade, I wrote a story about a turkey who flees the country because he doesn’t want to be eaten for Thanksgiving, and my teacher told me I would grow up to be a writer. I didn’t believe her, so I became a Theater major at the University of Massachusetts - Amherst instead.
After college, I realized that writing was way more fun than acting, so I started taking sketch comedy classes at the Upright Citizens Brigade Theater in New York. I’ve been writing on different sketch comedy teams there since 2013. I’m a lifelong TV watcher and book reader and I’m willing to talk about The X-Files anytime you want.
Stories by Cristina
Every night, I would say buona notte as I left, searching his eyes for recognition. You’re still here, I’d think. Don’t go yet. On the last night when he was still speaking, he said it back to me, quietly, as I left the room. Buona notte.
It’s like waking up from a nightmare at its most terrifying moment. Your heart keeps beating, pounding in your chest. But once you’ve caught your breath and realized you’re safe, there’s an urge to dive back in, to experience the burst of fear again.