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February 3rd, 2012 | 130 Entries

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  1. Police chief, fireman chief, Indian chief…
    People of importance, of stature of knowledge.
    Hmmm… this one is kinda hard, I’m stumped as to what I should write.

    By Kathleen URL on 02.03.2012

  2. I gulp. Mother always warned me not to go into Indian Territory. I must have wandered in accidentally when I was gathering twigs for a fire. A boy with big dark eyes looks up at me. He runs away dropping the leaves he was collecting and shouting in his very odd dialect. I stop, frozen. The boy comes back with a tall, dark skinned man. He has paint all over his body and is wearing animal skulls and feathers. He must be the chief.

    By Skye Blue URL on 02.03.2012

  3. Hail to the motherfuckin’ chief.

    By Andreo Bongco URL on 02.03.2012

  4. i am the chief commodore. only i have the power to make or break this dance. please, follow me into the dark and trust that i won’t get us lost for very long. just long enough for you to see that you love me, that you love each other. hold each others hands, waists, necks. make it count so we don’t lose each other in the end.

    By alphabetown URL on 02.03.2012

  5. I’m afraid of the future for what it holds–or, even worse, for what it doesn’t. Chief of my concerns is if I will be happy or merely stuck in a dead end job and dead end relationship in my dead end life. I’m trying to prepare myself for bitter disappointment (because honestly, dreams don’t come true), but I most certainly don’t hope it comes to that.

    By WearyWater URL on 02.03.2012

  6. Master boss leader mom people kids tyrant listen go

    By Susiecool21 on 02.03.2012

  7. Hail looked down upon his fellows. He was their chief, their leader, their alpha. Each one of them was looking up at him and depending on him. Hail shivered, the motion passing from his nose to the tip of his tail. How could he make that decision? Was it possibly to be the chief, the alpha, they needed him to be?

    By Elsie Shu URL on 02.03.2012

  8. Chief among my faults is that I, no wait that is number 7, Ah, okay, chief among my faults is how other people don’t…No that’s not right. Umh. I think that if I had not, no wait if I had… oh that’s it: indecision.

    By David URL on 02.03.2012

  9. The man who ran the kitchen was harsh and a real pain in the ass. The men called him chief because he was the chief Sergeant, but also because his dark complexion made him look Native American despite that he was full Italian. Sweating over the pot of soup, he stirred the pot slowly.

    By Eric on 02.03.2012

  10. White-Horse-Eagle was
    Middle american chief
    Betrayed reds to whites.

    OSAGI no arimashita!!
    yoi haiku!!!!

    By Kakushi on 02.03.2012

  11. The leader and the head of pack. He eyed everyone in his group, his stare so threatening sending a shiver to those who dared to stare back.

    By Yuki URL on 02.03.2012

  12. “what’s up chief,” the guy says as he walks by to fill up his seemingly endless coffee mug. “fuck off, dude,” is the only thing I have in my head. do I really have to do this again today?

    By More Everything URL on 02.03.2012

  13. the day began with the chief of the local tribe, looking for wood to build a fire. you may think that in this time of our lives, maybe a servant, or younger man may be responsible to supply the colony with heat to cook. but no… after so many years of colonization, even the Indians must work harder, every day with no retirement or social security disability or ever food stamps. the Chief is tired. how tired are we? really? Hmph.

    By T. Michael Smith URL on 02.03.2012

  14. Had it not been for the McDonald’s arc above, towering like a neon XXX sign, signaling cheap bodily pleasure, he might have gone astray.

    By DMM on 02.03.2012

  15. chief is a funny word. that is all.

    By reilly. URL on 02.03.2012

  16. “Whatever you say, chief.”
    He tousles your wispy hair, and your large eyes take in first the wry smile, then the half squint in his right eye. He bounces you on his knee, with an air indulgent and softened, while your small hands brush against his cheek. I don’t have words, I don’t have feeling, just an overwhelming fullness in my chest that I wish could be spoken, made concrete. My love, pink and cherubic and tangible, in his hands.

    By cmsiena URL on 02.03.2012

  17. I beg you, dear chief: please spare my children’s lives for they know not what they have done. The land between us is not marked as “restricted”, they violated our truce in ignorance, please accept my left hand as the symbol of our apology.

    By Hank URL on 02.03.2012

  18. chief of my own life
    that’s what i’d like to be
    but people have other plans
    they rule my every move
    or at least try to

    By lauren on 02.03.2012

  19. “Cheif?” He sheltered his eyes in the morning sun. “I don’t suppose we have to do anything, do we?”

    The old man shrugged. “Not likely that’ll do much, that it’ll matter.” He grunted. “When she get’s a thing in her mind, that’s the end of that.”

    “You think she’s wrong?”

    “I don’t think she’s right!” The wizened sheriff scowled, it wasn’t the kind of an answer than someone should’ve gotten out of it, but is was more the matter of fact way that it shouldn’t have been an answered question at all.

    Together, they watched the heroine of
    AntAlta walk away.

    By Sara H. URL on 02.03.2012

  20. WHO IS MY CHEIF? A CHEIF IS IN CHARGE. A CHIEF HAS ALL THE RESPONSIBILITY. A CHIEF HAS TO MAKE QUICK DECISIONS AND STAND BY THEM. A CHIEF HAS TO THINK OF OTHERS AND THINK OF THE BIG PICTURE. AM I A CHIEF? DO I WANT TO BE FOLLOWED? I THINK I DO. WITH GOD’S HELP, I CAN LEAD IN A POSITIVE DIRECTION. I WANT TO BE THE TYPE OF CHIEF WHO MAKES GOOD DECISIONS AND WHO WARRANTS RESPECT FOR THE GOOD THINGS THEY DO. I HOPE THAT I CAN DO THAT AT SCHOOL, AT HOME, IN CHURCH AND IN LIFE IN GENERAL. I WILL ASK THE LORD TO GIVE ME HIS GRACE TO DO EXACTLY THIS…..I HOPE I AM NOT A CHIEF WHO LORDS OVER OTHERS OR WHO IS FOCUSED ON SELF RATHER THAN THOSE AROUND ME.

    By CONNIE JENNINGS on 02.03.2012

  21. Chief. Is that as in, well, that is to say. Cheif. In charge. It reminds me of Robert Brambilla. The 7th grade? Perhaps. He could not spell it. Like me now. He spelled it backwards. Cheif I before E, or something. He once had a party, I did not like it. I remember being made fun of.

    By tom URL on 02.03.2012

  22. You think you’re a broken, rough Indian,
    Living in tanned skin huts with your beaded things
    You say you’ve seen famine and war paint.
    You say you can beat the White Men with their muskets-
    Beat them all like a dance drum-
    But arrows fall short of the lead missile roaring to you
    And your brown skin runs red like the campfire,
    You still charge into the failing battle
    But your mad horse eyes show fear.

    By Mara on 02.03.2012

  23. The editor-in-chief never wrote me a letter; the one I received was automated. I never knew why I was always rejected. To be honest, I don’t want to know.

    By Jessica Bang URL on 02.03.2012

  24. Painted bodies against the trees
    Flowing fluent through the breeze

    Touched each other with loving ease
    Left the waves beside the seas

    Obeyed the leader in spite of strife
    Chanting in ears “It’s not about life

    It’s living.”

    By SayLiz URL on 02.03.2012

  25. Painted bodies against the trees
    Flowing fluent through the breeze

    Touched each other with loving ease
    Left the waves beside the seas

    Obeyed the leader in spite of strife
    Chanting in ears “It’s not about life

    It’s living.”

    By SayLiz URL on 02.03.2012

  26. Painted bodies against the trees
    Flowing fluent through the breeze
    Touched each other with loving ease
    Left the waves beside the seas
    Obeyed the leader in spite of strife
    Chanting in ears “It’s not about life

    It’s living.”

    By SayLiz URL on 02.03.2012

  27. Painted bodies against the trees
    Flowing fluent through the breeze

    Touched each other with loving ease
    Left the waves beside the seas

    Obeyed the leader in spite of strife
    Chanting in ears “It’s not life

    It’s living.”

    By SayLiz URL on 02.03.2012

  28. the chief indian wannahockalugie was irritable because his son nemo left to work at mcdonalds.

    By elleow URL on 02.03.2012

  29. Im in charge. not you. i know what i want. you dont. thats that. deal with. live with it. you dont control me like you used to. im not your puppet. youre not my master. i make my own choices. im the heading. im what i want to be. i broke free. no longer in your iron bars. i am free to choose. im free to be me

    By Mykah on 02.03.2012

  30. Chief among the reasons I have chosen this path are his blue eyes. They never wavered from mine as the world spun and we believed we were taking our final breaths. His eyes were the center of the world – the one thing that kept my soul from escaping the confines of my skin and drifting off into the ether.

    By Misty on 02.03.2012

  31. In general, there can be only one leader out in the plains, the great expanse of virgin land, unfettered by the drunken footsteps of the white man; this man has the vision to stay away from technology.

    By Michael on 02.03.2012

  32. I will never understand his devotion to his job. The hours upon hours he puts in at the office. The dark circles under his eyes or the almost fanatical obsession he has with tracking down a culprit.

    But he is my boss, my leader, my role model. My chief.

    And I will follow him to the ends of the earth.

    By Alexandra Bell on 02.03.2012

  33. He was a chief in the Coast Guard. He saved lives–countless lives–while hardly being able to tend to his own. Where’s the pay off in that? When is that ever fair? How can one have a family when one’s life becomes dedicated to the lives of others?
    He was sad, most of the time. Lonely. But when he got to see his wife’s face again… he was that happiest man in the world.

    By Scream URL on 02.03.2012

  34. The cop at the middle of the street signaled at me as I drove by. Oh crap; I forgot, it’s coding day. I pulled over and rolled the window open. As he came up, I subtly waved a couple of bills folded neatly in half and asked, “What’s the problem, chief?”

    By mar pimentel URL on 02.03.2012

  35. The chief number of love misunderstood,
    A gift
    And in this gift is the understanding,
    In this gift is the relationship.

    Oh My streaks of sun bleaching my skin white,
    White as snow, He paints me.
    There is no gift in permanence,
    Only Compromise and trust.
    The truths are patience.

    By Jocelyn URL on 02.03.2012

  36. thats a hard one. i can only think of the chief of my towns police department. he’s the dad to someone i used to go to school with. when i think of that kid i think of all this drama that happened with him and how many problems he caused. its not fair though, because being the chief of the police department’s son, he got away with everything..and still does.

    By Kareena Pamani URL on 02.03.2012

  37. chatter herd in eternal fake

    By Elio Hawkins URL on 02.03.2012

  38. The chief looked at his watch. One minute has passed and all he could think of was his wife and his children at home while he sat and watched CBS “very funny”. This was the only chance he got to call his kids, and he was wasting it.

    By Kalen Goodluck URL on 02.03.2012

  39. “You ready to go chief,” he asked with that smirk on his face.

    I wasn’t, but I couldn’t say that, could I? We had to win. I couldn’t bear it, I couldn’t bear not seeing them smile at me, knowing that I had made everyone proud. And so I got my gear on, and I went to stand by the door.

    “We go in, and we go in hard. Don’t be afraid of them. You hear me?”

    “Don’t be afraid,” I repeated, in that soft, slightly-dead tone that meant I was lying.

    “You piss out on me, you rabbit, you’ll never get this chance again.”

    Even as he said it, I could see my gravestone.

    By haywirehay URL on 02.03.2012

  40. There are things I want to end, chiefly I want this song that’s been playing over and over in my head to end. With it’s dulcet tones and heavenly harmonies, too much of a good thing, why, yes I do think it is.

    By HelenGrant URL on 02.03.2012