Gasoline Stories

"Low on self-esteem, so you run on gasoline" - Halsey Arianna Dort never asked to be the principal's daughter, and she definitely didn't ask to get shipped off to Nevermore. Fourteen, fiery (literally), and reckless, Ari's determined to burn her own path - even if it means clashing with normies, befriending beekeepers, and catching the attention of a certain Addams. I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS EXCEPT FOR MY OC ARIANNA!!

"I don't want to get hurt." "I won't hurt you. Promise."

《 𝗚𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘 》 ❝and he looked at me like there was something in me worth looking at❞ HARRY POTTER. OOTP ─ TDH. GEORGE WEASLEY x FEM!OC.

She's his prize, his beautiful, flawless prize. She's his trophy, a girl he stole from the world. He holds her captive in the harsh shadows of the basement and tortures her. He loves her, charishes her every breath and lives off her every scream. Her pain feeds his bloodthirsty hunger. Ella Miller underestimated how fradgile her blissful life was. She threw it away on alcohol and wild parties. It comes crashing down around her when she's kidnapped and held prisinor by Rick, a quiet man that had stood in the background of her life, just watching. He tortures her while the outside world searches blindly. Her frail ray of hope may be the teenage boy sneaking her food and water behind the back of his violent father, her captor. To protect the girl he loves he must betray the only family he has and sacrifice his freedom.

He has to stop mid race to drink gas and he's in the real world so he saw someone look at him weirdly for having his eyes on his windshield not headlights and why he can blink and is alive with other racers whos cars are not breathing

Alice has insomnia. She's bound to her bed, addicted to YouTube, and has an iPhone.

Excerpts from a collection of poetry.

" my tea's gone cold ; i'm wondering why i got out of bed at all " --- {TRIGGER WARNING- SUICIDE}

We will touch the subject of the adulterated gasoline in the following publication due to an event occurred in Spain. In June, the Spanish police dismantled a band dedicated to fraud at gas stations because they bought agricultural diesel and heating and, after manipulating it to eliminate the substances that differentiate it, sold it as if it were conventional gas oil.

Hi. I'm Blake. Seventeen year old Blake Diamond to be precise. Good girl, goodie two-shoes. All names that describe me... or atleast what they want me to be. 'They' are my parent: Over protective, controlling, strict people. They are trying to force me into being 'perfect', or atleast their version or what 'perfect' is. My 'perfect' is different though. What if a girl wants to follow her dreams and carve her own future. I just want to be my true self and with the help of a friend and a few others, it might be possible. I just need to keep focus on who the good guys are, but also more importantly... have a little fun.

This is written in third person- Ryan marries the love of his life, [Y/N].

It was all just one big disaster.......

NEED TO CLEANSE YOUR SINFUL SOULS?! WANNA TALK TO PEOPLE WHO ARE GOING TO HELL LIKE YOU?! WANNA TALK ABOUT SMUT FOR SOME REASON?! THEN COME ON DOWN TO THE HOLY WATER SERVICE! FREE HOLY WATER, BLEACH AND GASOLINE FOR EVERYONE! WE SELL OUR FAMOUS CLEANSING COCKTAIL WHICH CAN MAKE YOUR SOUL FEEL A LITTLE MORE CLEAN! (Also giving away free duct tape and cement to fix those damn fourth walls)

He's my monster. There's no other word for it. He ruined my life. I hate him. He's my monster.

(Complete) "Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me? Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me? Just to pour that motherfucker down the drain like me? Would you use your water bill to dry the stain like me? Are you high enough without the Mary Jane like me? Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me? Do the people whisper 'bout you on the train like me? Saying that you shouldn't waste your pretty face like me? And all the people say 'You can't wake up, this is not a dream You're part of a machine, you are not a human being With your face all made up, living on a screen Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline' Oh, oh, oh, oh I think there's a flaw in my code Oh, oh, oh, oh These voices won't leave me alone Well my heart is gold, and my hands are cold Are you deranged like me? Are you strange like me? Lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me? Do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me? Pointing fingers cause you'll never take the blame like me? And all the people say 'You can't wake up, this is not a dream You're part of a machine, you are not a human being With your face all made up, living on a screen Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline' Oh, oh, oh, oh I think there's a flaw in my code Oh, oh, oh, oh These voices won't leave me alone Well my heart is gold, and my hands are cold" Ok so I LOVE this song and I have been wanting to write a story based on it for ages so here we go, I hope you enjoy it! [Started:December 5th] [Ended:March 17th] I do not own this song or any character in this...unless I use an OC which I probably won't. THANK YOU FOR THE COVER MIA!! 💚😍