Random oneshots i wrote that i liked.

Swan is a loner girl with no friends who fill her days with music, books and studies. Everything change when new neighbors moves in. Paul, the rebel guy promises to take her to the wild side. [ The bands in the story doesn't belong to me. It's my first serious try. The Paul on the story is inspired from Paul Simonon ♡ ( all the others Paul can gently piss off ww ) ] . Also, this story been aging for a long time in my closet before I finally decided to share it there. If anyone see any ideas similarities , then sorry not, this is how the Human mind is. ❁

Joe is a player. Jazz is an introvert. It doesn't stop them from being best friends.

In 1977, Janie, Aeliana and Josie are three best friends who happen to have formed a band in late 1976, a punk band in Brixton called Crystal Illusion. Like other punk bands such as Sex Pistols, The Clash, Buzzcocks, Ramones, Blondie, etc have impact on them and many others.

years in Brixton...

Lori Caswell was on a path of self destruction when a group of musicians and activists take her into their fold. She starts to find out what she really stands for and who she stands with. One man in particular might be the one to make her settle down. *This is NOT a sequel or prequel to any of the Johnny stories. I used my OC to make a new story as I think maybe this is a better fit for her and I can't stand Johnny Rotten in all honesty. Author's note: Just wanted to make a content and trigger warning disclaimer. This story contains drug usage and topics of depression. Take care of yourselves and I hope you can still enjoy the story. I'll be sure to notate the chapters with a TW when they happen. Thanks! :)

"Well, are you afraid of me?" He asks piercing with an erotic gaze, instantly sending a chill down my spine and flushing my cheeks. How could I respond to such question? Was I afraid? Or simply confused? Perhaps both, after all It probably isn't correct for me to feel attracted to my adopted father. // My kinky mind sprung this so I thought what the hELL, I'll post it. I don't know where this is going but enjoy it, and if you do let me know xx //

Joe observed the love of his life storm away, yet a smile painted his lips; his mind sprung an idea, this wasn't the end but merely the beginning of a fun game. It's 1981, everything has changed but Joe is determined to glue the pieces back together. The Last Gang in Town is back and traveling to the city where they say "Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side." Third installment of /Rebel Waltz/, sequel to /All The Young Punks/.

This is a Sequel to my previous work "Rebel Waltz." I would love it (if you haven't already) if you checked out Rebel Waltz before starting on this one, but you don't need to. I hope you enjoy this! When Joe realizes he cannot live without his only one, Candy, he goes after her. But The Clash are about to go on a European tour and face success, is it possible for them to stay together even when there's groupies, drugs, and fame getting in the way? Hop on the cigar smoke-filled tour bus and travel along the continent with these young punks to fight the law, rock the casbah and more importantly, stay free. Don't forget to Share, Vote and Comment because I love, love, love comments! xx thanks

We met in '39, he had been a soldier in the Spanish Civil War. His past erased from his memory by a bludgeon on the head, thus stranded by my father's generosity in the guest room of our house. When he opened his eyes for what to him was the first time, it was me who stood by his side. "In the beginning were her eyes, and her eyes were pure like God. And her eyes were God." He wrote in his final poem, the one I cling to with a feeble hand. Me, God? Me? A girl intimidated by a man who didn't know his own name? Me; sneaking out of my room at night tip-toeing into his to observe him dream. Me, secretly afraid he would never wake up. He; the stranger with bloody fingertips but fair complexion. He, the one I knew nothing about. Yet he made me blush when I caught myself being distracted by his strong arms, drawn by the scratches on his abdomen, by the bulge between his legs where I shouldn't have been looking. //another romance story by yours truly, this one is quite different though. The story will be divided in two parts; "Spanish Bombs" and "Death is A Star."//