The Fluco Beat

  • December 4FCHS will have SOL/s and Exams on December 13th-18th. Early dismissals are not allowed until 11:37 with a note from parents.
  • December 4Please make your donations to Mason's Toy box. Donations will be accepted until 12/7. The box is located in the front office.
  • December 4Auditions for the spring play, Peter and the Starcatcher. Auditions will be after school on Dec 2, 4, 9,10, 11, from 345-6pm. See Mr. Edgerton if interested.
  • November 21Ugly sweater Maker Space event on Dec. 4 & 5 - Sign up in the library
  • November 21There is still time to join the esports team for the winter season. See Mr. Grubbs in room 3512.
  • November 13ID badge clips/holders and lanyards are being sold by FCLA for $1 during lunches or in room 3415.

Why won’t you smile?

Why won’t you smile?

Tyler Harris, FCHS Journalist

November 25, 2019

Why don't you smile? A small one will do. Please just be happy! I can't see your light through. Your fears Your tears Your years Of unrest.   So Please just smile Hold yourself high This road is a long one So please just try....

Cold Blood

Cold Blood

Nora Wells, FCHS Jounalist

November 8, 2019

It’s a crisp December morning. The air is dry and cold; one step outside would result in frostbitten fingertips. I sit by the window and watch the snowflakes silently drift towards the white sea that was once green earth. As I sip my lukewarm tea and gaze out into the colorless abyss, I become aware...

A Choice in Time

A Choice in Time

Riley Yowell

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

Comet

Tyler Harris, FCHS Journalist

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

Walls

Tyler Harris, FCHS Journalist

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

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

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

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

A Dead Man’s Thesis

Tyler Harris, FCHS Journalist

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

Storming

Tyler Harris, FCHS Journalist

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. ...

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