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JIm the Pick Pocket

Short story By: Michael Love

Jim's life and afterlife as a pick pocket.

Submitted:Aug 6, 2013    Reads: 145    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

It was that rainy day when Jim left his car windows open. His son liked to climb large trees and his wife was a body builder. His everyday job was pick pocketing old people on busy streets. He rushed out to the flooded car but slipped halfway and broke his neck. His funeral was empty and so were old people's pockets. The next day his wife overdosed on steroids and his son fell from a tree. They snuck their way into heaven and Jim thought it would be a good idea to pick God's pocket. His wife started bench pressing angels and his son started climbing God'd beard. Jim sadly found out that God didnt have any pockets so he snuck down to hell to see if the Devil had pockets. The Devil only had Hot Pockets which he was warming up in the microwave. Jim was without pockets to pick, so he decided he would go back to college and get a degree in politics so he could steal from people through taxes and wellfare. THE END


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