One day, when I was in Algebra class, a baseball card was thrown past me. And it struck deep inside me how peculiar it was to have a baseball card thrown at you by an eighth grade boy. For a while I thought nothing of it, but later, I forgot to bring an SSR (sustained silent reading) book to class, so I thought I could get away with writing instead. I had no idea what to write about. But then that deep peculiarity struck again, and an idea of madness bloomed inside of me: Why not write about the baseball card? Since that day (I did get away with writing instead, by the way), I've been writing short stories and poems much better than I ever have. I hope to update this story once a week with one or two more stories, and I also hope that you, as the reader, will enjoy the stories. And I hope they strike a tone of peculiarity with you, too.