I know those eyes. The cold unfeeling blue. I know that malicious smile. The grinding and retching of the teeth. I know those freckles. The splattered pattern like a bleach stained dress. The blonde hair. The gaunt cheeks. The vacant stare. I know those features. Because they are features of
By Max Mandile Mount Keira harbours dark secrets. I’ve often felt a sense of unease in the area… a sense of wonderment. Living so close to it, I would often hear strange noises echo from the mountain and would see weird things occur when summiting the mountain at night
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(Feature image) delegates line up for the most important session of the day, Dinner Conference (DinCon). The nation's student politicians have gathered in Ballarat for day three of the National Conference (NatCon) of the National Union of Students (NUS). Once again there was passionate debate on NUS policy
I am the woman who disappeared into the mist in her last life, The one who ran off the lip of the cliff, And whose body was never found at the bottom, They call me witch, with a hiss. They nudge me towards damnation, And I go with long strides,
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If you happened to walk by Federation University's Q2 building at 9am on Tuesday morning, you would have noticed a sorry sight. Hungover people in blue shirts that say 'Unity' lying in the sun, student media desperately searching Google Maps for a nearby cafe and others
By Jacob Wood When the Dark was in control, Lester had little idea of his surroundings; could see nothing but shifting shadows. For brief moments at a time he could hear fevered shuffling, the scraping of harsh blades and a horrid stench that came over him in fetid waves. For
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Martinus Dwi Marianto, ‘Looking at Rainbows Through Kluak,’ (55cm x 55cm, direct file transfer on canvas, 2023). According to historian and Indonesianist, Dr Rob Goodfellow (PhD UOW) “Something happens when we are confronted by authentic novelty.” By this, Goodfellow means, “Something so inventive that there are few clear terms of
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A Theatre Review by Paige Jenkins and Skyla Yorke. Theatre lovers filled the foyer of UOW’s Jillian Broadbent building on Friday night to watch the first of many shows put on by the University's theatre majors, ‘Juliet and Romeo’, directed by Tim Maddock. The performance, a final
The first string was violet, as many were. A co-worker I rarely spoke to, apart from telling her coffee orders. I refused to be excited because I refused to be brave. Then one day, she knocked three coffees off the machine that she was in the middle of making. Hot
I sit in the empty public bus, my brightness up, my ears submerged in Michael Jackson while delving into an array of Buzzfeed quizzes such as, “What Disney Princess Are You?” (Cinderella) or “Do you remember the entire Twilight series?” (I do). A rich concoction of tunes remains in the
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My transformation began with a single wiry hair—long, grey, jagged at the end—sprouting from under my chin where the flesh is doughiest. I’d always uprooted these rogue hairs as soon as they reared their monstrous heads (as a girl I was taught to be meticulous when it
The sky will be here soon. Parts of it have arrived early, embracing the outer neighbourhoods, Where the lawns were quilted in cockatoos. There’s nothing left there anymore. The clouds got here first, though. A few months ago. Stuffy, hot things, Swimming when I walk. Mountains have curled up