Walls
Tyler Harris, FCHS Journalist
May 13, 2019
Filed under Fluco Fine Arts Corner
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
Filed under Fluco Fine Arts Corner
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
Filed under Fluco Fine Arts Corner
"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
Filed under Fluco Fine Arts Corner
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, FCHS Journalist
March 11, 2019
Filed under Fluco Fine Arts Corner
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, FCHS Journalist
March 4, 2019
Filed under Fluco Fine Arts Corner
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
February 27, 2019
Filed under Fluco Fine Arts Corner
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
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...