I swear I can feel it. Over my shoulder, in the distance, hoovering above my bed when I'm just about to hit rem sleep. The sand in the hour glass that is my life is circling the middle to bottom out once and for all. I have more days behind me then ahead of me and there are... people, well entities on the other-side of the thin dimensional veil who are pacing, stalking me across the seas of reality until I join them there and they can have their way with me.
Perhaps there is a reason beyond my understanding that I write tales that have a touch of the supernatural and horror. Perhaps the dark thing that lived in the closet in my bed room all those years ago in my mothers Stella Wright Prince Street Project apartment left something on me with it's touch. Maybe I'm marked by the old ones... the creatures spoke of in every mythology new and old. Maybe, the arbitrators of wicked little tales all are marked for seeing a little to deeply into the abyss, for shouting that the inky blackness is, was and never will be... empty.
Maybe it's just my over active imagination. In any regard the die was cast long ago and I can't really be anything but what I am and while fear is as natural as the next breath... or typed word... so is the insane driven desire to see and be... more.
Picture me now if you can, grabbing that hour glass and willing it to turn for another go. Let's say another forty-five years... and as far as the impatient pacing monstrustites peering for a sign of me entering the void. You came out looking for me once and was sent packing... so relax. Because much like the neighborhood tough guys and the internet loud mouths who are brave in numbers or behind moving cars and darkened basements on flat screens... You really aren't in a rush for me to come over there where you are.
My name is Anthony S. Thomas I write books (two Published so far), articles (Published), screenplays, poems, songs and yes even blogs. I Act, Illustrate, ghost hunt and know my way around a camera enough to be published and I have trained other published photographers. I rap and lead the band; Negro Childe, I can converse with the highest minds on nearly any subject and party with the illest, rowdiest roughnecks.
My friends, my foes, my family and all others in the know call me Saint.
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