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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Cake: 2
Shit, what on earth have I done? I held up a line, get eyeballed by a rather gorgeous specimen then find out moments later, he's pretty much been crushing on me for a month. As predictable as it sounds, it really isn't. Sometimes, people win the lottery. It happens, being able to find a person who you gel with, you just fit together like a hand in a glove.
By Jerome Smith-Pula4 years ago in Pride
New Zealand Convoy 2022
I was a little sceptical about writing about the New Zealand Convoy, and the flow on effect it had around the country. The dynamics behind it was messy from the beginning. I mean, pulling off a nationwide convoy in seven days was going to be a full-on task and the communications around the whole idea was as flimsy as a newborn giraffe walking for the first time. But, that doesn't mean to say it ended flimsy. There were many challenges to be faced; between then (31st Jan) and deadline date, 8th February.
By Jerome Smith-Pula4 years ago in Journal
Streetlight Glory
She watched from afar. In her ear, she heard her colleague say to hang five. But she was getting agitated. She was told 1530. It's now 1540. The gun was by her side. Sweat dripped down her forehead, filling the creases in her frown. She peered behind the curtain again.
By Jerome Smith-Pula4 years ago in Fiction
Beachfront Betsy
Something about the inlet of water just down from my house. They call it our inland beach. In summer, it is a popular spot to have a quick dip. Come winter, no-one comes down. Mind you, it is winter and winter brings a cold change. Locals have said, for decades, something strange happens in winter. I have only lived in this house for six months so I don’t know if this strange occurrence is true, but according to locals close to the inlet, we’re in for a rude awakening.
By Jerome Smith-Pula4 years ago in Fiction
Just the hits in Quarantine
Quarantine, lockdown, shutdown, whatever we called it, it was definitely something to remember whether we like it or not. I left my job that would soon be classified as non-essential and ended up in an average job from the past life, that became an equivalent to a soldier in the army - the supermarket.
By Jerome Smith-Pula6 years ago in Beat
Shooting Sweets
The corner shop was just beginning to close up. The shop assistant, Alison Smith, had taken in the shop signs and tidied up the leaves and rubbish at the entrance. Her boss, Declan Berry, was at home, adjacent the dairy. He had invested in two-way radios for him and her, to commuicate with, while he was at home.
By Jerome Smith-Pula6 years ago in Criminal
