Books by David Robbins from PorcupinePress

About David: Once, when asked by an interviewer why he was a writer, David replied: ‘To stave off boredom.’ The interviewer said she was shocked by that reply. So David tried to explain by saying that writing was the only thing that completely engaged his senses, his intellect, and his emotions, all three at once….

A Storms Presence

Susceptible to its radiation, Yet gravity draws me in. Whether, it’s the wisdom of it’s wording, or that connection from within. I cannot say, I cannot speak, It’s in the darkness that I weep. The weakness sets precedence, It numbs the pain within. I crave that world, Unconditionally, Set sails as night-time filters in. I…

THE ASSOCIATION OF DRAGONS.

One realises over time, and by time I am reflecting on the tick tock of a watch – not confined by days or years, or weeks or months – that the change within one’s life, is never something you can confine. It’s an ever fluctuating fire, spreading destruction like a dragon in flight. Twirling, diving,…

ThrowBack #Writing – a piece on #TouchRugby #MythicalStyle

I wanted to have some fun with reposting some very old pieces of writing from many years ago as #FridayFun. Would anyone else be as daring? Join me 🙂 I think I have come a long way. Chase decided to entertain Armel and myself one day. He suggested we play a game of touch rugby….

Chapter 2 – Part 2 – Draven

“Well holy mother of …,” I start saying as Sarge enters his office with the long-lost Tobias. “Just look at what the cat drags in.” Sarge sits down across from me. Lights his pipe, removes his hat from his head, places it on the table next to his ashtray. The frown on his forehead, deep…

#Fire

There is this all-consuming fire, that births itself from desire. Who can deny the beauty of such a flame?–           One that spurts from the mention of a name. It’s ever changing orange and silent blues Creep up through the darkness in silent hues They are known to enchant one’s sole with sadness–           For some maybe…

Die Onsienlike wêreld van Engele deur Jaco Scholtz

Engele bestaan werklik, al kan ons hulle gewoonlik nie sien nie. Maar wat doen engele, waar woon hulle en watter rol gaan hulle in die toekoms speel? Die onsienlike wêreld van engele fokus nie net op die heilige engele nie, maar ook op Satan en sy gevalle engele wat ná hul skepping téén die Skepper…

Murasie deur Chanette Paul Te Koop

Moles is nie ongekend op Verlatenfontein nie. Moord ook nie. Inteendeel. Die Strandveld loop dik van die stories. Veral stories oor Verlatenfontein en die tyd toe die Brewisse daar gebly het. Oor Bert Brewis en sy humeur en oor sy beeldskone Engelse vrou. Ook oor hulle twee dogters – die oudste te vaal om hubaar…

#BlackBeach by Daniel Janse Van Rensburg And Tracey Pharoah

What was supposed to be a short business trip to Equatorial Guinea turned into a journey to the depths of hell. Black Beach, located on Bioko island off the mainland of Equatorial Guinea, is one of the world’s most feared prisons, notorious for its brutality and inhumane conditions. In 2013, South African businessman Daniel Janse…

#BookReview – Reminders Of Him – Colleen Hoover

Emotional Roller Coaster for sure. I am new to Colleen Hoover reads. It’s my second one and I feel like I should be taking a little bit of a mental break after this one. Reminders of Him had me crying through two chapters. It was an un-put-downable read that had me reeling for majority of…

#BookReview – #Verity by #ColleenHoover

Verity is a psychological thriller that revolves around a famous writer called Verity Crawford. Verity herself being the antagonist throughout the storyline, definitely doesn’t fall short of creepy behavior and open ended conclusions. The book is a fast read that starts of with a Meet Joe Black scenario that evolves into a thrilling tell tale…

Chapter 2 – Part 1 – Snare

I open my eyes, try to make sense of everything around me. Our Father, who art in Heaven… It’s so white. So bright. My head hurts. My right arm’s on fire. My mouth’s dry. “Where am I?” I manage in whisper. “Saint Stevens, Natalie. You’re at Saint Stevens,” the same voice which prayed answers. “Who…