The Hangman
Blake Berry, Fluco Beat Editor
February 17, 2019
Filed under Fluco Fine Arts Corner
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...
Reptilians
Wesley Seibert, FCHS Collaborator
January 18, 2019
Filed under Fluco Fine Arts Corner
”Guys, this is a terrible idea,” I protested as my friend, Alex, approached the steel cage blocking off the staircase to the roof. I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop him, but I had to at least try. “You do realize you could get into huge trouble, right?” “Not if I don’t get caught,” Alex smir...
Overthinking
Madison Nazar, FCHS Journalist
December 14, 2018
Filed under Fluco Fine Arts Corner
I wish I could explain The inner workings of my brain Because maybe then I would not feel so alone Overthinking When I am in a good mood I am almost outside myself But when I am down I can feel the walls of my body decaying Feeling in extremes Expectations can kill you People will ex...
Das Model
Leah Estes, FCHS Collaborator
November 29, 2018
Filed under Fluco Fine Arts Corner
“Shift, darling,” the artist’s dominant voice rang out, distinctly accented, “No, no! Ach du Sch… ja! Perfekt! Hold it, hold it.” The legs of the easel scraped on the worn wood floors as it was dragged a few feet to the left. She took great care to hold her position, letting the pulsat...
Devil’s Night
Runa Scales, FCHS Journalist
October 30, 2018
Filed under Fluco Fine Arts Corner
Screams could be heard from the cold, silver bleachers. Cheering came from everywhere as the player on the field sprinted to the end. “Aye, we got another point,” said my friend Jackie. I had no idea what was going. Football wasn’t something I could understand as easily as Jackie and Pamela. ...
The Rain’s Embrace
Gracie Walton, FCHS Journalist
October 22, 2018
Filed under Fluco Fine Arts Corner
“Mom, I’m going out to hang out with some friends!” my sister shouts out to my mother who is in the kitchen. “Okay honey, be safe… it’s raining cats and dogs out there, so text me when you get there!” my mother yells back to her, probably too afraid dinner will burn if she moves away fr...
Chicken Run
Ethan Vernatter, FCHS Journalist
October 1, 2018
Filed under Fluco Fine Arts Corner
How did my life get to here? This morning I was getting ready to be the best man at the wedding of my life-long friend, Ryan, and now I'm running from the cops in a chicken costume. I guess it all started yesterday at the rehearsal dinner for the wedding. I had run into an old friend from grade...
Premonition
Blake Berry, Fluco Beat Editor
September 12, 2018
Filed under Fluco Fine Arts Corner
Lucid dreaming. It's something always been something I've been able to do, the ability to be in a dream and realize that I'm dreaming. Some lucid dreamers say they have the ability to manipulate their dreams, but I can never do that. Before I can even get a word out in my dream, I find myself awake i...
Accidents Happen
Gracie Walton, FCHS Journalist
August 22, 2018
Filed under Archive, Fluco Fine Arts Corner
My breath quivers as I carefully open my bedroom door. Once I do, I am faced with the dark hallway that hides my family’s past behind glass panes. They hold pictures of our once happy home: my smiling mother, my loving father, my serious yet silly sister, my baby brother with the big heart, and me. It ...
Strangers in Lander
Blake Berry, Fluco Beat Editor
May 14, 2018
Filed under Fluco Fine Arts Corner
Lander County, Nevada July, 1958 The sun was beginning to set on the dusty Nevada horizon. Frederick Milton, a World War II army veteran of the Pacific theater, sat on the porch of his ranch home, listening to the evening news for his small town. After the war, Milton wished to get far away fr...