Wyville Thomson The Depths of the Sea Elle passed a boisterous group of men wearing odd-looking shirts she had come to find they played football in. She acknowledged their subtle leers and soft whistles with a steady gaze, refusing to let them intimidate her. South Carolina College had eight ...
~Simone de Beauvoir The rain slashed to the ground, soaking Savannah to the skin. Fog lay like a veil over the town and did nothing to dispel the dread that chilled her to the bone. She stood with a dwindling group of wives, mothers, and daughters at the end of the oyster factory's pier, the cl...
