Alesana Stories

You could say my life is a riddle. A sick, twisted, game of riddles. My best friend, I also know as my father, committed suicide when I was only six years old, leaving me alone and abandoned with a mother who's so caught up in herself to even notice me. Like I said, my life's a sick game of riddles...anyone care to play? Beaten and raped every night by his stepfather, Kaden does everything he can just to keep on living. He doesn't want to, but without him, Kaden's little brother, Johnny, would have no where to go, no one to protect him. When Kaden's distant mother dies in a fatal 'car accident', both boys are left in the dark of a shattered home, with a raging alcoholic stepfather. Kaden finds himself lost. He has no real home, and high school's a bitch. But what if all that could change? All he has to do is let Andrew Darcy into his life. Genres : Gay/Lesbian; Romance; Thriller; Horror

INSPIRED BY: "EARLY MOURNING" BY ALESANA. A short story about Eurydice and Orpheus, the traditional myth is only told from Orpheus' point of view, so I decided to write it from Eurydice's point of view! It's something short, that anyone can enjoy

"Shawn..." "Was ist? Ist was mit Calypso?" Mit einem entschuldigenden Lächeln schaute ich an "Nicht direkt..." Shawn gab mir einen Kaffee und setzte sich. Ich wusste nicht wie ich ihm das sagen ohne das er mich umbringen wird... "Ähm... Na ja..." fing ich an, "Ich... glaube ich bin... verliebt." Ein Lächeln breitete sich auf seinem Gesicht aus "Das ist toll! So lange es nicht meine Schwester ist." Ich schaute ihn unschuldig an und dann auf den Boden. "Du meinst meine...!?" er stand auf, "Bist du bescheuert?! Das ist meine Schwester!" Nun stand ich auch auf "Shawn, es tut mir leid, ich kann nichts dafür." "Du hast dich in meine Schwester verliebt!" er schuckte mich leicht. Ich blieb einfach ruhig stehen, für ihn war das in dieser Situation nicht leicht, das konnte ich verstehen. Er schlug wütend, aber auch verzweifelt gegen die Wand. "Shawn..."

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Everyone has their story to tell, are you ready to find out what cause her heart to frozen like a thick ice on Antarctica. Can someone melt it away and maybe heal her broken heart......

this is a short story of one of alesana marie"s book

I am here to tell you a story. A story that will torture your thoughts by day and poison your dreams by night. And though I will do my best there are no words that can be written, nor brush strokes laid on canvas that can describe the stark and utter horror on the night that Annabel died.

This story is based of the album The Emptiness by Alesana and the famous poetry 'Annabel' this story does NOT belong to me.

Thriller,love

This story is based on an inside joke. In no way is this to be taken seriously. This is a work of fiction. Dennis Lee tries to pursue his true love and butt rape him, but no matter what he can't seem to get close enough without his cool persona getting in the way.

Rylie is not your regular pretty boy. Yes, he's wanted by oh-so-many girls, and is the envy of almost all of his classes. He's dramatic, explosive, flamboyant and loves unicorns and sparkles. But there's one thing that's been forgotten... Rylie Hendrickson is gay. Not that that's much of a problem. Except for, say, Luca, the school bully and homophobe that can't stand being in even the same room has Rylie. But at least Rylie, has his boyfriend, Dylan, right beside him to keep him feeling safe and loved... right? Because honestly, why would a gay boy fall in love with a girl? It's just not usual... or is it?

by Alesana.

A Story told through the eyes of Sketch Artist.. I OWN NOTHING HERE! FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY! Credits to Alesana & Edgar Allan Poe..

100% correct lyrics. I mean, I'm pretty sure :D

With the fleeting hope of vengeance in order to recollect herself, Clarissa Plemmings is driving herself insane while trying to uncover all the buried secrets in her abstruse little town. But what is it that she's chasing? Is she really chasing anything at all? Or is she simply drowning herself to avenge the glorifying truth? She's lost something that made her feel truly alive. Are her hands responsible? Or his? Who was he? Who was the madman that stood before her on that moon-stricken night? She know's shes seen his face before. What happens when you find out that your whole life has been a lie? Join Clarissa on a journey, trying to make sense of the life full of deceit she's been living all along.