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The Baseball Card & Other Short Stories

AllHailLordDoitsu

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Reads 134
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Parts 5
Time 15m

AllHailLordDoitsu

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.All Rights Reserved

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