Writers Without Borders

‘ Children must write stories with a clear beginning, middle and end. There are extra marks for an ending that refers back to the beginning ‘
Dept of Education

My writing starts at the edge of the page, sprawling and scrawling to the other edge, ending perfectly as the page ends.

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Why not?? Ton yhw.
She taught me that: not to care. Not to follow the rules. ‘ They make the rules to keep us down,‘ she'd spit, venomous, glorious.

But let me introduce myself. A self declared, still fighting at fifty, genuine anarChist. Scorn your rules and roles and diktats, for what is language if not ever evolving?

Here's a riddle for ya:
What is it that travels from place to place but changes as it moves. You can give it away freely but the more you give it, the more you have it. Without it, there is no past, no present and no future.

It was raining when we arrived. Harsh, unforgiving, cutting rain that was doing its best to transform into hail, but couldn't quite manage the last push. She had an umbrella, but it was useless against the shards pointed at us from above. We ran. Hand in hand, pulling one another through the stinking puddles. No singing. No splashing. Just sodden, filthy, city spoiled mud which seemed to eat at the hems of our trousers, moving slowly upwards, enjoying ruining our protection.

(always wrought from side to side: borders unnecessary, use the paper fully)

‘Enough!’ Her fist slammed onto the oak table, the movement vibrating like the aftershock of an earthquake. End of the world stuff. End of my world. The end.

It's a story, by the way. The riddle.

Write edge to edge. You don't need rules. Don't need borders.

‘A story should have a beginning, a middle and an end. Just not necessarily in that order.’
Jean-Luc Goddard

(I get extra marks for that)