Here is a short (really short) screenplay I wrote to show that I could. It's called;Three Witches.
View of the cottage. It is white washed with exposed beams. It has a slightly German feel. Inside the single room is filled with smoke and there are three females sitting on the floor around a small, copper bottomed claw footed cauldron. They are, Gwen, a child of about seven in a loose torn shift, Martha, a bitch with a torn ear and a lolling pink tongue and Rhianna, a tall girl in a long brown jumper with tangled black hair and an unfortunate nose.
So, what are we supposed to do?
I don’t know. I just followed Martha. She told me there was something cool in here. She said we’d be able to play with mystical forces.
Gwen, dogs don’t talk. We both know you set this up yourself and ran off so that I would have to come and get you. Let’s get this over with so I can get you back before your parents come home.
Gwen turns to Martha, the dog who still has her tongue out and is sitting with legs spread wide in that unselfconscious way dogs sometimes do.
Gwen, come on!
Gwen turns to Rhianna with her arms crossed and her nose turned up. She has her eyes closed
I am not going to do anything. Martha told me to come. Ask her!
Rhianna frowns and folds her arms.
MARTHA speaks in the gravely chain-smoker’s voice of an older woman.
She’s right, you know. I did lead her here and you too. You don’t know what you’re talking about, little girl.
I said, you don’t know that you’re talking about.
Yes I do. I know exactly what I’m talking about.
No you don’t
Yes I do, it’s you who doesn’t know what she’s talking about because dogs can’t talk! You have no idea what you’re saying because you can’t be saying it!
I hear your homework often enough. Use your analytical reasoning skills.
Rhianna looks down and begins to mouth words. She looks up and seems confused.
Rhianna, you are such an idiot.
Rhianna frowns. She straightens and the confusion disappears.
Let’s get this game over with so we can go home and I can get my baby sitting money. I don’t care what’s going on. I just want to get paid, go to bed and then spend every cent tomorrow.
Now we just need a dead cat and we can get started.
See you next Wednesday. If you didn't like this one, you might like the next. Cheers!