To the (surprising) chagrin of a few, The Scheherazadi has joined Gateway as a story that will no longer be continued in a public forum. This one I'm quite fond of, as it started out as one of those infamous "write anyway" exercises, but soon found a life of its own. Of course, using 1001 Arabian Nights (along with some Jewish lore) as its basis didn't hurt its prospects at all. I mean, who wouldn't want to play around in a gold mine of stories like that?
"The Scheherazadi, Part I"
Forgive me. You probably have no idea what's going on. Earth is a desert wasteland in my time and there aren't very many people left. A few dozen-million, if that. Yeah, the polar icecaps melted - well, one of them - but not for reasons you're thinking. Some assholes started a nuclear shootout. With all the interceptor defense... Read More
"The Scheherazadi, Part II"
"Why do you say that, Rashid?" a woman asks him. So, yep, his name is Rashid. These people are ridiculously tall. I clock in at 73 inches, but everyone else in the room - the women included - have me beat by at least four more. They're also rather dark... every hue of skin from heavy bronze to deep brown. No... Read More
"The Scheherazadi, Part III"
Most of them stay away from me, save for Morgiana and two other women, Zumarra and Parizade. Although Parizade's kept her distance ever since we almost sealed the deal, if you know what I mean. The only male I have any contact with is Rashid, and he's the prick who walked in on Parizade and me. Everyone else I've interacted with... Read More