The FCHS Literary Club, which is celebrating its 19th year, published its 2022 Undefined magazine on May 13. The magazine showcases the artwork, poetry, and prose of students at the high school. The 2021...
Why did this have to happen to me? I’m already stressed enough and now I have a child in a box. I put my hand over my head and let out a long sigh. I look over at the sleeping child. She appears to be...
Love is a box of chocolates
Giving away one piece to anyone
The surface being oh so delicious
A perfect snack to feast on
Love is not just one layer
Mounds of gush and a variety of flavors
All hide...
Poetry is like a splash of art.
The words jump off the page.
Turn into something beautiful.
Words run off the page into a fountain of colors.
The paint folds into different words.
The words are addicting,...
Diana Graham, Creative Writing Student
• March 11, 2022
It was raining that day, and we were all dressed in a gothic manner, huddled around a gravestone. This gravestone however, wasn’t just any gravestone. It was my little brother Alex’s gravestone. My...
Can you not crack...the act?
Can you not see...the real me?
I smile...to hide the denial.
I have peers always around me...to stop the neverending tears.
It's getting hard to pretend...that these thoughts...
As I sit here in this old wooden pew I find myself remembering all the special memories that God gave me in this church.
A little girl full of love and joy found a shelter of safety and abounding love...
I walked quietly with a heavy heart.
My feet trudged heavily on the cold cement.
The tears in my eyes fell freely as I began to let loose.
I wasn’t sad, I was tired of the life that I’d led.
My...
Senior Brenna Kidd-Bania won the 2nd Place Poetry award from the UVA Fralin Museum of Art's "Writer's Eye" Competition with poetry piece "My Red Painted Chair."
I paint the chair red.
Red like the...
