A Choice in Time
October 8, 2019
7:29 am, Tuesday September 11th, 2001 Ding Dong. The cheerful doorbell rang through the air as I stepped into the North Tower at the World Trade Center in New York. “Good morning,” the clerk at the front desk exclaimed. I responded with an equally cheerful “Hi,” and laughing a little b...
Comet
Tyler Harris, Fluco Beat Editor
August 30, 2019
Moving too fast Burning up Fear he’ll face An end abrupt. The glorious star You found in the sky Has met his end His time is nigh. In a blazing heat With glistening tears Ambition all gone And sadness too near He says goodbye Shrinking in size In one last sputter He...
Walls
Tyler Harris, Fluco Beat Editor
May 13, 2019
Closing in all around me Are walls too high to climb. People ask “Where are they?” I say “They’re in my mind.” Why not make them go? Just imagine it away? Believe me, I’ve tried But I can’t keep them at bay. However I try to break them, Howeve...
Bank Heist
Ethan Vernatter, FCHS Journalist
May 8, 2019
A cold wind followed the disgruntled man through the open door. The man’s dark eyes, like the wind, held an icy menace as he scanned the bank’s foyer for his partners. He wore a well-tailored grey jacket over a white, button-up shirt. In similar fashion, his partners--strategically positioned around the room--als...
The Gunslinger
Ethan Vernatter, FCHS Journalist
April 18, 2019
"And that, gentlemen, is another pot for me." Groans went around the table as the gunslinger revealed his cards. "Oh, and..." he looked at his pocket watch, "it seems to be my time to go." The gunslinger began to push back his chair so that he could leave, only to be interrupted by one of his defeated...
Writer’s Block
Blake Berry, Fluco Beat Editor
March 28, 2019
The worst thing in the world is not being able to express yourself. The pressure of an impending headache signaling more and more sorrow. The hopeless spinning of worthless ideas. They hang like a shadow, lurking behind the writer to haunt them with failed and miserable, unfinished plans that come to n...
A Dead Man’s Thesis
Tyler Harris, Fluco Beat Editor
March 11, 2019
Cold, dark, damp, and still grieving. But life still moves on, an endless tale that’s weaving. Though I’m now far gone, I haven’t made a dent. And all I have now is to cry and repent. I now rest in the place they call death. My being is but empty if not for one breath. With one thing to...
Storming
Tyler Harris, Fluco Beat Editor
March 4, 2019
All is silent. All is still. But nobody saw, Just over our gentle hill Loomed a great dark cloud As black as night. The trees are soldiers Tensed for a fight. It’s true power hidden, Destruction would ensue. If only we could see Its sinister hue. All was silent. ...
The Worst Camping Trip Ever
Nora Wells, FCHS Jounalist
February 27, 2019
My friend Monica and I decided to go hiking over the weekend. We would hike to a campsite and set up a tent. It was supposed to be a fun activity that both of us would enjoy. However, Monica (my best friend since freshman year) decided to bring Janet. Janet was the most annoying person in the universe...
The Hangman
Blake Berry, Fluco Beat Editor
February 17, 2019
The whispering in the woods is melodic and enchanting. The winds drift through the autumn air, plucking leaf from branch like child from mother. It’s a fascinating thing, the noise of silence--how nothing can’t actually be nothing. I find peace in the deafening harmony of the fall winds. The crackling of brush under fo...