THREE HAIRS OF THE DEVIL (Screenplay)

Work in progress. An original screenplay by Neil Snowdon


Pete Gleadall and his dad are new in town.

The local kids tell Pete that the Devil lives in the house at the end of his street. That the old woman living there is a witch, who once had sex with a demon and nine months later gave birth to the Devil.

Pete doesn't believe a word of it. But that night sees the hulking man who lives there going out...

He comes back first thing in the morning. Just as Pete is getting up for school.

Pete sneaks over there to get a better look. Hiding in the bushes in the back garden, Pete see's the man - The Devil - take a couple of raw, wet hearts from out his bag and push them down into the earth, covering them carefully.

But why? Pete becomes obsessed. Night after night, he sees the man go out into the dark, into the town, and every morning he returns and buries hearts in his back garden.

Pete's dad tells him a fairytale about the Devil - how if you can pluck three hairs from his back while he is sleeping, he will grant you a wish.

Pete's mum is dead. That's why they moved house.

Now he has a reason to find out more. So he breaks into the Devil's house one night.

He finds the Devil sleeping -

He reaches out to pluck a hair -

And wakes him up... and then all hell breaks loose. In a manner of speaking.


Who is the 'Devil'? Why does he live with his mother? And what does she want with Pete?

You'll have to wait and see...

(TO BE UPDATED!)

MOONDANCE (Screenplay)

Work in progress. Screenplay for a short film - probably animation - based on my short story.

A tale about how wolves learned to walk on two legs instead of four, and disguise themselves as men.

They walk among us still. They're out there on the streets today...


You can read the original short story HERE...

SWEET DREAMS...

The character in this story has been in my head for years.

For a while I thought I had a story for her, and another muse like character that's been floating round for even longer. But it's long since evaporated. I suspect because it wasn't very good.

So the little girl from this script, just kept on walking. Until I thought I'd at least tell this.

Because I knew what the begining for her character was. I've always known. That's how she appeared inside my head: a little girl with a backpack, sleeping in graveyards because she couldn't hurt anybody there. So I just had someone find her. And try to help/interfere...

It's a short script. I wrote it thinking it might be practical enough that maybe I could make it myself for no money. I'm still hopeful. But as ever, if you're interested, talk to me. Click HERE.

THE STAIN...

A man takes a room above a pub to write his novel in. A last ditch attempt to 'make it' before his wife gives birth to their first child and he has to buckle down to a REAL job, like he promised to.

It's a bare room. And damp. The paper is peeling and there are stains on the walls.

One stain in particular looks almost foetus like.

The man leaves the room untouched. Settles down to work. after a slow start, he finds he can't type fast enough. The novel starts to flow. He starts ignoring home. The book is taking off in new directions. Sometimes he forgets to eat, he's pouring all his energy into the story...

And as he does so, the stain starts getting bigger. Seems to grow. Become more formed. More defined. More human.

Until, one night, it reaches out to him. Crawls, mewling, out of the wall. A blind wet thing with skin the colour of mould, skin that is soft, and moist, almost fluid, like wallpaper paste, or the underbelly of a slug. And it needs feeding. It needs care. It needs our man.

It needs his story...



A short script. 30-45 mins. Work in progress.