alan khan : Writing

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

A Chapter by alan khan


Justine almost freezes, as does f*****g time. The street light turns on outside and the room is a light shade of gold. Why did I say that? She shoots ..
Chapter 9

Chapter 9

A Chapter by alan khan


When you’re this high up, setting up buildings piece by piece, as much as you want to focus on what you’re doing, your mind can’t he..
Chapter 10

Chapter 10

A Chapter by alan khan


From behind me I hear harsh quick steps against the rehabilitation floor, coming up fast. I look up at Marie who rolls her eyes, and quickly runs away..
Chapter 11

Chapter 11

A Chapter by alan khan


The muscles near my a*s and my a*s itself have begun to sink deep into the cheap waiting area seats. Justine, sitting next to me, resting her gentle c..
the rat infested brain

the rat infested brain

A Poem by alan khan


naked...supper?
that first cigarette

that first cigarette

A Story by alan khan


we were lost in a ghetto. i grew up in areas such as this, and i had to keep reassuring her it isnt how it is on the screen. it's not a warzone, someo..
pistol

pistol

A Poem by alan khan


working parts chemicals all in use to kill. look out when you see the flash the quick hint of steel quick as light. cause once you h..
i dont want you to love me. than again i do.

i dont want you to love me. than again i do.

A Story by alan khan


two days before i'm about to move away forever from the greatest piece of a*s so far, and all we're doing is sitting in her car, surronded by cold nig..
weird

weird

A Story by alan khan


today was uncommonly warm, and surprisingly pleasent. i woke up in the late afternoon, stirred from a nightmare by the damn sun bloting through the te..
i am a talentless writer who hates intelligence

i am a talentless writer who hates intelligence

A Poem by alan khan


just from how i worded the title alone should further convince you..