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The Exorcist's Assistant
The Exorcist's Assistant
The Exorcist's Assistant
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The Exorcist's Assistant

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Improving the world, by forcing back one demonic possession at a time . . .

LanguageEnglish
PublisherR.G. Taark
Release dateOct 29, 2012
ISBN9780984999651
The Exorcist's Assistant
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R.G. Taark

I write for fun between family and other business obligations. I enjoy sharing my stories and am glad for the opportunity to share them.

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    The Exorcist's Assistant - R.G. Taark

    The Exorcist's Assistant

    (A short story)

    By: R. G. Taark

    Smashwords Edition

    Copyright 2012 R. G. Taark

    Smashwords Edition, License Notes

    This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

    For my two wonderful little people,

    this is daddy's gift to you both.

    To D.H. who taught me how to do many of these things; thank you.

    The world is a dangerous place to live; not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don't do anything about it -- Albert Einstein

    Cover art etching by Martin Schongauer: St Anthony Tormented by Demons.

    COPYRIGHT, 2012 by R.G. Taark

    ISBN-10: 0984999655

    ISBN-13: 978-0-9849996-5-1

    Author's Forward:

    This is a fun side project that started as a technical challenge to myself in July 2012.

    This story is obviously fictional and inspired by a series of horror movies that scared the 'jeppers' out of me from way back when I had a '1' starting my age's number, and a few really good Full Contact Mixed Martial Arts fights my buddy and I enjoyed on pay-per-view early this summer.

    I hope you enjoy it. If you do the rest of my work is listed at www.rgtaark.com .

    Part 1:

    I was between jobs, and semi-happily working out at the gym, before they realized I hadn't paid my membership dues for the last two and a half months and canceled my membership card at the door the next time I came in to work out. I guess I was a deadbeat. I didn't even have schooling going for me anymore. Community College wasn't too hard; it was just boring and pointless. My lack of motivation lead to not doing the student loan forms, so I didn't get the check at the beginning of last quarter. The gym people weren't the only ones I was leaving in a lurch. I was picking up pennies out of the parking lot on the way in to buy my next Ramen Noodle packet before they shut off my water, never mind evicting me from the one room apartment.

    All told my life sucked donkey balls. I couldn't really bring myself to care though. I was just bored with life in general, dragging myself from one day to the next.

    Things were going so swimmingly that I showered in the gym and kept all my worldly possessions in the backpack I carried everywhere now, while I waited for the landlord to change the lock. I did my laundry in the shower and baked my clothes in the sauna to dry them out so they wouldn't get that nasty musty mold smell they got if they were left wet and rolled at the bottom of my bag.

    I didn't even think about winter, or the winter clothes I didn't have.

    With two dead parents, a baby sister smashed flat by a drunk driver at ten o'clock in the morning seven months ago, and no other family branches left in the tree . . . what the fuck was the point?

    I

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