Asingle father died on his children’s birthday — but every year on that day, he still comes home for the party, pretending he’s alive. His kids, torn between love and fear, play along with unsettling joy… and quietly consume everything he brings.vagina in the summer, and soon to be thane of Caldor -with low, low price until 1999, but McDoodle wants more. But murder is like Pokemon, you gotta catch ’em all.
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riters Statement:
“The first version of A Single Dead was something I poured my heart into.
It came from a desire to tell the story of a father who died on his child’s birthday but kept coming home every year with a cake—pretending he was still alive even as his body decayed.
I wanted to explore love after death, children pretending not to fear the father they already knew was gone, and the idea of letting go.
But…
That warm, sentimental ghost story got rejected by four festivals in a row.
So I tore it apart, stripped it down, and scraped it until the version that reflects who I really am—my darker, more cynical side—finally surfaced.
And that’s the version of A Single Dead you’re reading now:
a story rebuilt out of frustration, irony, and a refusal to play nice anymore.”
Biography
A middle-aged, jobless Thai, punching way above my weight. Never wrote a script before. No film school. No secret formula. Just a story that clung to me like a ghost. Maybe it’s not scary enough for the pros, maybe it’s not even “proper”—but sometimes a bittersweet ghost can get through the cracks and hit where it counts. My English is rough; I used AI to help translate, but every word started in Thai, from the heart.
No expectations. Just swinging below the belt, hoping someone out there feels the hit.