Steve Benton
Bio
Based in Southern California, Steve is the author of The Prīmulī Prophecies series, which so far includes Lives of Future-Past, Lives of Lost Angels and Lives of the Provectus.
Stories (10/0)
Lives of Future-Past - Chapter 4
Chapter Four Earth After calming his nerves somewhat, Max had set all flight controls to automatic and was resting in his sleeping quarters. The good thing about Side Space was that, as far as anyone knew, there were no dangerous objects floating around. He could relax and enjoy the ride. The navigation was automated via the hook drive and on-board computer systems. Once certain coordinates were reached, the drive would disengage and the ship would drop into normal space at the velocity the craft was at when it had initially entered into the rift.
By Steve Benton6 years ago in Futurism
Lives of Future-Past Chapters 2 & 3
Chapter Two Draagh "Lord Draagh, it appears all is going according to plan." An older, robed gentleman, possessing a medium-length beard with a long mustache stylishly braided within responded, saying, "Yes, Socrates. So far, that is."
By Steve Benton6 years ago in Futurism
Lives of Future-Past Ch. 1
In the Beginning The planet known as Earth provides a rich history, dissimilar from the billions upon billions of inhabited worlds in the visible universe. While most cultures were quickly discovered and nurtured throughout their difficult beginnings by their older intergalactic brothers, Earth stood alone, on the edge of Orion, a minor spiral arm of the Milky Way Galaxy, watched by those of immense power who nearly always chose a path of non-interference. These beings, the Prīmulī, would analyze all from their timeless dimension, known as The Hub, from which all time/space emanated. They were patient, as they held the secrets of the universe in their hands and had all eternity in which to wait.
By Steve Benton6 years ago in Futurism
Past Retold
"And how does that make you feel, Eric?" "Huh?" Eric had been looking out the window again, zoning off in thought. He didn't care for his court-ordered anger management sessions. He found them to be a complete waste of time. Nothing had changed, and he was already on his fourth doctor since his assault conviction. He just went through the paces; he had no feelings of remorse.
By Steve Benton7 years ago in Futurism
Nothing But Stars in the Sky
Lt. Rand Jones lay in a puddle of his own blood on a flat, rocky shelf. He was separated from his squad during a firefight and barely escaped with what was left of his life. He knew if he didn't get medical treatment soon he would be just another corpse in the Iraqi desert.
By Steve Benton8 years ago in Futurism
Present Rewritten
He knew it was an explosion, but only because of the compression. The quick, crystalline blowout happened so fast that everything was over before the sound even reached his ears. He watched his kindergarten year flash through his mind. There wasn't even time for first grade.
By Steve Benton8 years ago in Futurism
Bits 'n Pieces
"Linda, dear? Have you seen my favorite tie? You know, the blue one with orange stripes?" Ronald Simmons didn't want to be late for work, especially as he had an important meeting that afternoon. He knew that if his presentation was well received he'd be up for that promotion—the one he had been working toward for the past six months.
By Steve Benton8 years ago in Futurism