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,
NEWS
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
NEWS
The National Union of Students' National Conference descended on a cold, grey and rainy Ballarat on Monday, arguably a fitting tone for the day's proceedings. After a lengthy check-in, the conference opened a respectable two hours late at 4pm, and only managed to survive one of
CULTURE
Truong wakes up to the sound of his phone ringing, unwilling to touch it. He tries to ignore the sound and turns his body to the wall side. Consistently, it keeps ringing, beat after beat after beat. He awakens angrily and proceeds to pick up the phone. "Who is
CULTURE
For the Spooky Edition, I’ve decided to shine a light on the members of our uni’s Spooky community. While they might be easy to miss, they're just as passionate about their futures as us. For example; the late Jayden Harris. Jayden joined the Spooky community shortly
OPINION
This week, I dedicated my time to experiencing, what I was told to be, one of the most disturbing film adaptations to be filmed, boasting inappropriate relationships to make you squirm and wither like a dried apricot. What I found, however, was an examination into the mind of a sexual
It’s late morning, and the paterfamilias has donned his formal attire. The toga cloaking the loose folds of his chiton is blue with a fluffy grey lining on the collar and sash. His bare feet are swathed in a pair of long woollen socks, pulled high over the rolls
NEWS
Well, it's that time of year again. Christmas lights are beginning to colour the streets, Mariah Carey is playing in the shops again and student politicians are preparing their vocal chords for the annual screaming match known as NatCon. So, what is this so-called 'stupol schoolies&
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
CULTURE
The table is set, the cutlery’s shining, everybody’s gathered around the glazed, fatted turkey, you can just smell the sweet meat as the knife slices like butter. One slice, two slices, each making their way to everyone’s plates. Before we eat, we clasp our hands and declare
CULTURE
‘The Flu Season’, written by Will Eno and directed by Michelle Fry as part of their honours course, was a fascinating and deeply moving production, playfully pulling between sadness and sharp humour. Set in the depressing scene of a psychiatric centre, ‘The Flu Season’ exposes the expanse of human experience
Friday 10th of November, I had the pleasure of attending UOW’s Music Gradfest. This event was hosted by the third-year creative arts, music students of Wollongong Uni. Mesmerised is an understatement. These were regular people who you’d pass by casually on campus, but Friday night at the