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By: Charlotte Martin For a long time, space has felt distant, like something we have already explored. We’ve already been to the moon; what else is there? But lately, that feeling has started to change. There seems to be a growing sense that space is becoming something we’re excited about again. Part of that excitement comes from real-world efforts like Artemis II, which sent astronauts around the Moon for the first time in decades in order to test crew interfaces and safety

By Jacob Greene Radiant Rage stands alone, unblocked by any sort of podium, in the front of a room of spectators and judges. This is where she is best, unobstructed and fully able to display her potent work. When she speaks, there is an attentive silence, the heads can not help but be turned. She reads her work with a powerful cadence that controls a room entirely. She gesticulates about the space, calling the eye back to her words. She pauses, and these silences linger and a

By Jacob Greene Resting center stage, a light. Across the proscenium platform, a young woman sweeps, declaring the end of an era, dusting off a well-loved artifact of history. To follow, a sharply contrasting scene: music and celebration. On Friday April 17, 2026, Stevenson University’s scholars flocked en-mass to the Inscape Theatre at the Greenspring Campus to marvel at the final performance the theatre would ever host. The new Sandra and Malcolm Berman Family Performing Ar

By Greg Meyer Movie Summary: “Hoppers” follows the life of a college student named Mabel who is extremely passionate about the environment and protecting wildlife. Growing up, she would spend all her time at the pond behind her house just looking at it with her grandmother. Mabel and her grandmother would start to notice animals everywhere when they focused on the pond long enough, and that first fascinated her when she was a little kid. However, her hobby of gazing at the po

By: Charlotte Martin May 8th, 2026 It was 6:00 p.m. on Friday, May 8, and the Lynn Duncan Room in Rockland Hall was beginning to fill with students as they gathered to celebrate the release of the spring issue of The Greenspring Review. Staff members and guests from English 256 spent the evening hanging out, playing games, listening to readings from the issue, and finding out who would be leading GSR next year as most of the current leadership will graduate this year. The ni

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By Gianna Romero I just need to make it through the day I tell myself Wake up on alarm number one, not alarm number three Make food, pack food Attend all of my classes Work my way through my growing to-do list Socialize with others I just need to make it through the day I tell myself Go to practice and give it my all Arrive to my meetings on time and prepared Complete my homework due at midnight Finish my mile-long to-do list Make time for myself, even when I don’t have it Th

By: Jaque Rizzuto After the death of my sister, I moved away from my home and town, everything I had ever known, to escape the debilitating memories of the past. I found a quiet town on the shore. It was small, and no one knew me. I found a place where I could start over. The house was small, with the outside painted blue, which had faded with the seasons. Wilted flowers lined the garden, leaving only a remnant of the formal glory this house once was. I opened the door, and

By: August Rosenthorpe WARNING: THIS PROCEDURE MAY CONTAIN INAPPROPRIATE SUBJECT MATTER. IT CAN EXPOSE YOU TO EMOTIONS INCLUDING, BUT NOT LIMITED TO: DEPRESSION, ANXIETY, MELANCHOLY, AND/OR SUICIDAL IDEATIONS. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. Today, I am going to teach you how to decay. And, no, I don’t mean going out into the forest and lying dead on the fescue grass like a deer carcass. I mean that I will be teaching you how to emotionally decay, to deteriorate mentally thr

By: Jacob Greene He sat down on the right-most of the two settees positioned on either side of a small circular side table complete with ornamental lamp and cream-colored lamp shade, something withdrawn directly from his grandmother’s house to make him feel at home. The settees were exquisite too: hard mahogany back splats shimmering as if taken straight from the menuisiers in eighteenth-century France, an oceanic high-back arching in waves that crashed down smoothly, flowin

By Jacob Greene Here we are in the valley of darkness, And the shepherds are taking a snooze. There’s a man at the table in a suit, And though we all should be listening, Only I am listening. Heavy gold China pins down the white tablecloths, And the portions are tiny to strangle The waists and depress the guts. Be sure, they tell me, to consume at the pace of The party. They come out to serve us, And they are far too young to serve us. Would you like some coffee? This from A

By Prapi Patel There is a window in every life that closes so quietly that no one notices it shut. These captures exist inside that window – The Childhood. A child held close, not yet aware of the weight that holding someone carries. Ice cream, clutched like it is the only thing that matters in the world. A tiny human melting into a shoulder, surrendering completely to the safety of being carried, trusting without leaver, having learned the word of ‘trust.’ This series is le

By Faith Nieves There's a leakage that can never be stopped. A hole that can never be closed. The tears rise like the ocean hide tides but, With no lifeguard on duty or a riff Without a barrier. At the highest deepest time, Where it is simple and unaware of the harsh reality. The tears won't stop. Yet the drips of the water, burns the throat like a knee scrapping the concrete Like a cat sharping its claws on a new sapling So let them run, like the cat has the idea of freedom

By Carleigh Barwick Ingredients: 1 Realize that you deserve more. 4 cups of tears. 2 tablespoons of this will get easier. 3 teaspoons of don’t think about them 1 heavy chest. 5 songs you probably shouldn’t listen to. 1 friend who is there. Instructions: 1. Lay down in your bed, take a moment to realize that you deserve so much more than what was being shown and given to you. 2. Add every bit of tears you can, this is the part that is ok, it's okay to cry. This is part of t

By Dasha Prylpko A close and detailed shot of the author's mother's eye apart of a larger portfolio.

By: Maddie Apgar Image From Ron Lachs on Pexels Pick up the phone, You’ve already told all your friends. Pick up the phone, They’re just two more people, Pick up the phone, Who happen to be related to you. 8 5 6, Why is this so difficult? 5 5 5, Just start by saying it. 5 5 5 5, You know they love you. It’s ringing once… Why are you trembling? It’s ringing twice… Two less things to hide! It’s ringing thrice… They said “no secrets!” “Mom, Dad, I like…” Here it comes! “Mom, Da

By: Maddie Apgar The way his opponent’s fingers moved over the controller was like nothing Leo had ever seen before. Leo wanted to gather some intel on the guy he’d be facing in the final match at the Super Smash Bros Ultimate tournament, and he suddenly wished he’d seen all of Jack’s matches. Most players had little tells that they were nervous. Their fingers would tremble slightly over the joysticks, they’d grip the controller a little tighter, or they’d press the

By: Dasha Prylypko Pixabay lil_Foot Alarm rings early, so I hit snooze. Bags under my eyes are proof of late nights and studying. Coffee is my best friend most mornings, Drinking it so I can get through the day. Every hour is taken by something, assignment, class, or work. Friends are out on the weekends, but I am tired. Going out somewhere after work sounds like no fun. How can I? If I am tired and just want to get in bed. Just come out, my friends say. Knowing that