Jerome Smith-Pula
Bio
Been fascinated with writing since I was 11 years old. I'm interested in crime to feel-good articles. Mostly crime.
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Stories (27/0)
Cake: 6
I hadn’t talked to Mark since our last “date.” Not sure what is going on but did send him a message after the date thanking him, so the ball is in his court. He could be sitting on the text, wondering if it’s worth it. He could be bogged down with work but it’s Sunday. Maybe Nicola and him are trying to come up with a verdict about me. Who knows, but whatever the outcome is, I know we are on different levels. I’m not self-sabotaging something or trying to deflect away from a situation but just what I am feeling.
By Jerome Smith-Pula2 years ago in Pride
Cake: 5
I haven't had a proper date in years, even Matt couldn't take me on a date. He said it was too hard, pretty much. I even offered to pay for myself. Nope, always had excuses. So, I sucked it up and waited for a miracle that would never eventuated. Waiting for a date would be like watching paint dry. Though, least you would get some sort of satisfactory outcome.
By Jerome Smith-Pula2 years ago in Pride
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-Pula2 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-Pula2 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-Pula2 years ago in Fiction
