Last semester, Rosa Lee Fry's Graphics 1 & 2 students paired with Sara Harkrader's Piano classes to create art inspired by music and music inspired by art. One example is the artwork pictured here,...

I woke up, just like any day. I rolled over in bed, but something was wrong: My phone wasn’t under my pillow. I tore apart my bed, throwing everything on the floor. I heard something—Buzz! Buzz! I...

Hi. I am Wilson Gentry and this is the story of  how I died.  One morning on July 28th,  1935,  I woke up, got dressed, and looked over at my partner.  Still asleep. “Amelia wake up!”  She...

For the 2023-2024 year, the Virginia High School League (VHSL) awarded FCHS 1st Place for the 2024 "Undefined" Literary Magazine. This is the third time the Flucos have earned a 1st Place finish for the...

Sometimes you need to scorch everything to the ground and start over. After the burning, the soil is richer and new things can grow. People are like that, too. I would know.  “Clearly, you think...

He was a young black boy who only saw hope for a better way When he thinks of the color gray he thinks of a nice, rainy day It’s just a calm color that makes you feel ok on your darkest days Gray...

Former Fluco Gracie Walton, who graduated from FCHS in 2019, wrote this poem in Elizabeth Pellicane's Creative Writing class that year. She had "Crushed Under the Weight" accepted for publication by the...

Eliza sits in the back of the room, her face buried in her laptop. Everyone around her yells back and forth as if no one else was listening. Of course, it’s hard not to listen when they talk at the volume...

Miles crouches just behind the starting line. The rough texture of polyurethane grinds against his hands as he tenses up. He yawns.  “On your marks!” the starter shouts. Miles shifts his position...

I open my eyes and look around to the best of my ability. Sunlight flashes down on my face from between the leaves above my head. It doesn’t take me long to notice that I can’t feel its warmth. I look...