Overviews in the Overstreet

I could feel my toes sticking together, bound by a wet substance. As my heels made their rhythmic thud against the marble floor I knew the wet feeling encapsulating my toes was blood. I tried to forget about the stabbing pain in...

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Paving The Way For Girls In A Boy’s Club

    Her blonde hair laid pressed against her navy-blue U.S. Marshal polo. As she leaned back in her chair to sip her grande hot chocolate with no whipped cream from Starbucks, I couldn’t help but notice how relaxed she...

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A Small Town Comes Together for a Big Event

Three hundred sixty-five days out of the year, the small city of Camden has about 7,000 people in it. Every year on the last Saturday of March, it is about nine times that. The Carolina Cup, an annual steeplechase held in...

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