Woodseats Young Writers

A Taste of Your Own Medicine Secrets are powerful things, hidden whispers in dark corners, the hush-hush of things you want not to know. Threads of dangerous, unpublished words that should never be leaked. A perfect, unravelable spider’s web spun with a silver tongue and quickly thought up lies. Breathy words interwoven in a deadly tapestry. Flawless and quiet, dew drops of suspicion clinging to its silken fibres but ultimately, unable to penetrate the web. And there was no better web-spinner than John Huberwick. He thrived in a state of hushed tones and zipped lips, fed off conversations that came to an abrupt halt as oaken doors swung open. It was his natural habitat and anyone that got caught on his web would not be leaving it anytime soon. He had become a master in sucking the life out of those that threatened to leave. He had a million eyes, surveying every corner of his web and his instinctive predatorial nature made him a menace to anyone who dared threaten to uncover hi

The Milkman Catherine had always know ghosts existed. There was no false pretence in her mind that the man who left non-existent bottles of milk outside their door every morning was not just an echo of life left over from half a century ago, or that the elderly woman who came in her room to say goodnight had not long since shuffled off this mortal coil. But ghost stories were never scary for Catherine. How could they be? The ghosts she knew were kind and friendly - like the little girl who always wanted to play pat-a-cake or the kind man who never failed to look up from his typewriter to smile at Catherine and run his hand through his afro before returning to his never ending stream of words. The only ghost that Catherine didn’t like was the dog. Each year, on the 16th May, at roughly 10pm the dog began to bark. And when the dog began to bark, everything changed.   Ruff! Ruff! It was that time of the year again, the night Catherine had come to dread. Ruff! Ruff! The ba