Rafe Kaplan
Bio
Aspiring writer. Mostly write satirical and slightly offbeat stories about random, (hopefully) funny ideas I stumble upon.
Stories (10/0)
Tuesday Morning
Leaning against a building, I slide down to my butt on something wet. A full bottle of wine splashes around my hand. It’s too bright to be after 5pm and I can’t see straight already. My friends abandoned me because I’m selfish and stupid Erica got the promotion instead of me because she deserves it.
By Rafe Kaplanabout a year ago in Fiction
Hi Grandpa, its me Rafe
Dear Grandpa, I'm sorry that this is my first letter to you, ever. I don't write letters much and stories wouldn't seem appropriate to bring to you at this point. I feel bad using you, my only grandpa, for a writing contest, but I need someone to tell about what I'm going through. I also need that person to be sufficiently far away and you're impossibly far from me.
By Rafe Kaplanabout a year ago in Poets
The Devil's Salvation
The seven day trek across the Yoru desert took eight days. It could’ve been that the flood of figures connected by an expansive black covering were lost for the majority of the journey, or because they hid inside their mobile fort to play games at the slightest hint of an approaching storm. Either way, this was quite a surprise to everyone involved and they made no effort to hide their displeasure.
By Rafe Kaplan2 years ago in Fiction
Soon the Terrible
Soon the terrible, baby of legend, corruptor of souls, herald of criers, one-time necromancer and the ender of times, sat beside the crackling fires waiting. The fourteen days to return to his village still a baby had dwindled to a pitiful four. And yet he sat there. This was where the dragon of death would be. Hopefully. Soon risked his soul, his home and his life on that hope.
By Rafe Kaplan2 years ago in Fiction
Manifesto of a Runaway Train
Thirteen thousand, seven hundred, forty-three horsepower, a V8 turbo charged engine, sixteen wheels with three extras just in case and track ahead of me for days. They’ve set me free, started my engine and now I’m not going to stop until I kill every last person on board this train.
By Rafe Kaplan2 years ago in Fiction
Getting Killed for a Living
“Infiltration scenario number 197 take seven,” Supervisor Jenny shouts over the PA speakers that line the edge of the warehouse dome. It’s cold today. They must have shut off the heat to save money. They’re worried for sure, no more screw ups. “Cannon fodder, Grunts, Henchmen, Henchwomen…no that doesn’t sound right. From now on Henchmen is the unisex denomination for our highest level employees understood?”
By Rafe Kaplan3 years ago in Fiction
What is it?
We stand here in a circle. Silent and staring. The light flickers. Our shadows dance a subtle jig. An object sits before us on a raised platform. It’s simple yet alluring. Taunting us to step forward. To grab a handful of its beautiful exterior. What would it feel like to fall for its playful teasing? Would it be soft? Hard? Heavy?
By Rafe Kaplan3 years ago in Humans
The History Maker
She would have liked it here. White grains of sand as far as I can see. A benevolent and consistent sun always above, lighting the way and keeping me warm. She would have named the sun as it watched over us and spun tales about the footprints in the sand that travel further back than I have come and continue beyond anywhere I will ever go. She would’ve even joked that we have just one more hill to go.
By Rafe Kaplan3 years ago in Fiction
