JamesShale

A short but sweet story for a writing contest on PlanetMinecraft.Standing sentry at the outskirts of the village, the weathered stone of the Portal's glassy obsidian had forever exuded warmth that belied their so very Southern location, nestled among the towering conifers of an otherwise undisturbed, sprawling forest. But, just as Spring begged to arrive, the stone remained cold. She's never been a fan of the harebrained hyperbole of the townsfolk, but as the bravest - or perhaps the stupidest - prepare to enter the Portal for answers, she finds herself following them into the abyss as the only person that knows what the Hell is going on.…

JamesShale

When a secretive but routine mission goes catastrophically wrong, its singular survivor is tasked with picking up meaningless fragments in the aftermath. With nothing to recover and no one to save, he is left to make sense of the intangible and find a new purpose. Of Engineers, Humans, monsters and the gears of fate.This story follows the events of another of mine, Those Whom Fortune Favours, from the Last Engineer's perspective.…

JamesShale

Actions beget reactions. The smallest change could result in the most radically different outcomes. In this instance, Elizabeth Shaw finds herself putting the axe down and allowing her unexpected alien guests to introduce each other. A small what-if with a critically different outcome, this story explores an alternate path where two survivors are forced to forge a truce.…