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Short stories, Hot Topics and relevant information on Music and the Arts! The official Blog page for Bodederek.com seeking to educate, entertain and inform. We invite aspiring writers to showcase their talent here. Read short stories for free here! John Cleese Walking past Michael Palin last Thursday, I couldn't help but shout "Hello Michael." He graciously waved back. He was probably wondering who the hell I was. Today, a friend posted this on his Facebook timeline. I've purloined it because it couldn't be an accident that two great British writers and comedy geniuses would invade my consciousness within such a short period of time. In these times of political, social and economic uncertainty, it's important to find humour on the global and regional situation we find ourselves in. Without making light of these predicaments, we can at least laugh at ourselves in order to release a bit of tension and see ourselves from a comedic perspectiv...

Short stories, music news and anything else that comes to mind. A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package. “What food might this contain?” the mouse wondered.  He was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap. Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning: “There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!” The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, “Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it's of no consequence to me. I can't be bothered by this.” The mouse turned to the pig and told him, “There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!”  The pig sympathised, and said, “I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do but pray. Be assured you are in my prayers.” The mouse turned to the cow and said, “There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!”  The cow s...

Short stories, Hot Topics and relevant information on Music and the Arts! The official Blog page for Bodederek.com seeking to educate, entertain and inform. We invite aspiring writers to showcase their talent here. Read short stories for free here! And Jesus... A burglar broke into a house one night. He shined his flashlight around, looking for valuables when a voice in the dark said, 'Jesus knows you're here.' He nearly jumped out of his skin, clicked his flashlight off, and froze. When he heard nothing more, he shook his head and continued. Just as he pulled the stereo out so he could disconnect the wires, clear as a bell he heard 'Jesus is watching you.' Startled, he shined his light around frantically, looking for the source of the voice.  Finally, in the corner of the room, his flashlight beam came to rest on a parrot. 'Did you say that?' he hissed at the parrot. 'Yes', the parrot confessed, then squawked, 'I...

Short stories, Hot Topics and relevant information on Music and the Arts! The official Blog page for Bodederek.com seeking to educate, entertain and inform. We invite aspiring writers to showcase their talent here. Read short stories for free here! A Chekhovian Tale: A. P. Chekhov was born in 1860. In 1879 he enrolled in the Medical Faculty of Moscow University to study medicine. By 1888 at the age of twenty eight, he had published over five hundred short fiction stories. Most of them comic stories and farce.. His stories were published in weekly magazines and newspapers to help pay his bills while he studied.  Death of a Civil Servant (1883) Ivan Dmitrich Kreepikov was sitting in the second row and watching The Chimes of Normandy through opera glasses one fine evening. As he watched, he felt on top of the world. Suddenly, his face puckered, his eyes rolled upwards, his breathing ceased..lowering his opera glasses, he bent forward, and…atchoo!!! He sneez...

Short stories, Hot Topics and relevant information on Music and the Arts! The official Blog page for Bodederek.com seeking to educate, entertain and inform. We invite aspiring writers to showcase their talent here. Read short stories for free here! (This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental) Demoted.. Chapter Four "Get me trees, get me TREEEEEES!!!! Mr Tobias was yelling, ignoring the fact that about half a dozen kids were sprinting towards the bushes to tear off branches for his use on me, he was stamping the ground, like a kid in the middle of a tantrum. The balcony of the female quarters  was packed with female spectators, watching the drama unfolding on our football pitch.  Embarrassed, my heart racing, I picked up the pace of my walk towards him, determined to reach him before anyone handed him what he was screaming for.. I didn't want someone thrusting a tree branch into his hands as I re...

Short stories, Hot Topics and relevant information on Music and the Arts! The official Blog page for Bodederek.com seeking to educate, entertain and inform. We invite aspiring writers to showcase their talent here. Read short stories for free here! One more to go... I hope you've enjoyed the tale so far.  I would love to know what you think about the yarn after the next chapter is published here. That chapter, is ready to go out at any moment, then I will stop. I may continue the story some other time in the future. Look out for Chapter Four next, and someday, I'll continue the story. (The good stuff). When? I don't know! 'Bodederek MusicArtinDesign (That's MAD to You!)

Short stories, Hot Topics and relevant information on Music and the Arts! The official Blog page for Bodederek.com seeking to educate, entertain and inform. We invite aspiring writers to showcase their talent here. Read short stories for free here! (This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental) Get me trees! Chapter 3  Exiled to a boarding school as a teenager wasn't easy for me. It was that much harder when it's a co-educational institution and there are pretty teenage girls in the block next to your football pitch. You feel awkward and clumsy. It seemed like everyone was watching, assessing and judging you. You're acutely aware that girls your age seem older and more mature, they often stared out of their dorm window as we practised. Giggling when, once in a while Tobias would fling an insult our way. The pretty ones especially make it their business to stand there on the balcony and gawp. On t...