Ida Thomasdotter

Ida is a writer, filmmaker and interdisciplinary artist with over ten years experience working in the independent film industry in both Stockholm and London.

As of February 2021 she is the creative director of Cypherpunk Studio, a transmedia startup company, developing an interactive film series and a virtual experience.

In her own time, she is working on two YA novels, a children's picture book and TV pilot script.

London (Greater London)


We Lie (feature screenplay, formerly "Still life", pitching)

Real (interactive film, in pre-production)

Where's the harm? (interactive film, in production)

Just Another Day (Unaired Concept minisode, completed), 2021

a void. (poetry/art film), 2021

Is it art? (art film), 2020

Sibling Love (Unaired Pilot, completed), 2020

Whatever "fine" means (poetry/art film), 2019

Blodsmak (short film), 2019

En sekund i taget (short film), 2015

Lillstrumpa & Systerdyster (short film), 2015

Bury me in the backyard (short film), 2014

Varma Mackor (short film), 2012



Pack Animals (Drafting)

The Lighthouse (Revising)

Books, Childrens writing, Film, Poetry, Short story, Television

Opening of my novel "Pack Animals"


"You’re going to die. You’re only six. But as you’re struggling to breathe, to see, to move to get away, you have a single moment of clarity and know that you are about to die. It’s not a guess or a fear, it’s a fact. You might not have been certain of anything else in your long, brief life up until this very point in time, but this you are certain of: you are dying, they are killing you and there is no-one in this world who cares enough to bother saving you, so yes, you are definitely going to die. And soon. 

You come to again, suddenly and slowly; they’re gone. The classroom is empty, quiet. The teacher has turned off the overhead lights, so the only light in the room is the thin, pale sunbeams streaming in through the gaps in the blinds. The corner you’re in is all shadow. And you’re alive. 


You must have been surprised, but it would have been hard to tell. You were already so far removed from the shell of your body, you barely felt any of the emotions at war inside of it. But you must have been surprised. 

Later, when you look back at the moment, you’ll tell yourself you definitely were. Surprised, shocked. Sometimes grateful, other times not. It will depend on the day. Some days you tell yourself you woke up disappointed to still be alive, but most days you’ll tell yourself you fought your way back and that’s how strong you are, that’s how wrong they were about you."