Jerome Smith-Pula
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Been fascinated with writing since I was 11 years old. I'm mostly interested in crime. Jump into my universe and read what kind of crime makes me tick.
website: jsmithpula.com
instagram: jsp_the_curator
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Strangely enough, he knew where the bathroom was. By the time I got my ass in there, I could hear some music coming from his mobile phone. It sounded like a good upbeat song. I could already see Austin under the faucet, running water through his hair. Something about wet hair on a guy, its tantilising and freakin' hot. There was enough hair there hold onto. Maybe that's what I will do when we next fool around, pull that soft black hair of his. I was already falling into a dream, dreaming about our next playtime.
By Jerome Smith-Pula2 months ago in Filthy
make you miss me. Content Warning.
I went back to my apartment fairly early. I'm not going to lie. I'm absolutely pissed to think I had an opportunity with Austin. Maybe I looked too deep into the situation and ran with it, hoping that Austin was the knight in shining armour, I craved for.
By Jerome Smith-Pula2 months ago in Filthy
creep show
Sometimes, one does stupid things. Out of nowhere, I took the liberty to look through the peephole. I mean, it was there for all to get the Goldilocks vibes and help oneself to the peepshow that was on offer. No one was around and I thought, what the hell?
By Jerome Smith-Pula2 months ago in Fiction
Blondie and her Three Bears
Blondie made her way to the outdoor area of work. She had her water bottle, a sandwich, and her phone. She straddled the barbecue table seating and dug into her sandwich. It wasn’t her sandwich, but she figured, coz it was sitting on the kitchen bench this morning, she would take it. She unlocked her phone and looked at the missed calls and texts from her mother. Maybe about the stolen sandwich.
By Jerome Smith-Pula2 years ago in Filthy
Tropical Bumpkin
It’s not even ten o’clock in the morning, and the sun is already baking the brown-stained grass beside the pool area. Just two months ago, that very same patch of grass was a luscious mess from the torrential downpours we had in winter. Then, out of the blue, we get whacked with multiple anticyclones and hello, here we are, staring at a heatwave. The only upside about these prolonged heat waves is the constant flow of visitors and that means a high patronage and profitable days, meaning happy management and ultimately, additional shifts for me.
By Jerome Smith-Pula3 years ago in Fiction
