Julia Benally's Blog, page 20
October 2, 2017
Hauntings in the Hondah Resort and Casino
The Hondah Resort and Casino, in Northeast Arizona, is a beautiful place in the pines where high schools hold proms and there's a blue grass festival every year. It's equipped with a hotel and restaurant. But after all the fun goes away and it's only the employees and the dark, other "guests" arrive.
A few years back, the security cameras inside the Honda Resort and Casino caught footage of a woman without legs floating through the building. Maybe that's why they keep losing their janitors. Speaking of clean-up crew, a woman working the graveyard shift saw a shadow keeping pace with her as she worked. She quit.
At night, in one of the storage rooms, a little boy whistles. Some have heard it, some have not.
During the graveyard shift in the variety store, packages of bread and other things have flown off the shelves.
Not too long ago, while a restaurant hostess was cleaning up around the cash register, right at closing time, she saw a boy in black come in from one end of the restaurant. He moved through the tables towards her. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, so that she could ask him how she could help him. When he was in front of the register, she looked at him, with the words on her lips, and no one was there.
These are just a few of the things that have happened there. If you're there at night, who knows, you might hear, or see, something that you'll wish you never did.
A few years back, the security cameras inside the Honda Resort and Casino caught footage of a woman without legs floating through the building. Maybe that's why they keep losing their janitors. Speaking of clean-up crew, a woman working the graveyard shift saw a shadow keeping pace with her as she worked. She quit.
At night, in one of the storage rooms, a little boy whistles. Some have heard it, some have not.
During the graveyard shift in the variety store, packages of bread and other things have flown off the shelves.
Not too long ago, while a restaurant hostess was cleaning up around the cash register, right at closing time, she saw a boy in black come in from one end of the restaurant. He moved through the tables towards her. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, so that she could ask him how she could help him. When he was in front of the register, she looked at him, with the words on her lips, and no one was there.
These are just a few of the things that have happened there. If you're there at night, who knows, you might hear, or see, something that you'll wish you never did.
September 23, 2017
You Know the Stalkers Are Butt Ugly!
They said post your picture on social media, that way, people will know you're friendly and know that you're a real person. How lovely. Say you're not paranoid, so you say to yourself, "I think I will! It's gonna be awesome!"
And then the next day a weirdo contacts you. "I was randomly snooping around, saw your face, and thought you were so beautiful! Let's be friends! I'm a soldier fighting for our country, and I'm really buff." He saying this while he's looking at your picture like this:
And he looks like this:
"Hi, do you wanna breed?"
"Say What?!"
"I have no time to read your stories, Dear, because I'm so busy. But can you make time for me?"
"No, man, you're ugly!" And then block the sicko and all his STD's.
And then the next day a weirdo contacts you. "I was randomly snooping around, saw your face, and thought you were so beautiful! Let's be friends! I'm a soldier fighting for our country, and I'm really buff." He saying this while he's looking at your picture like this:
And he looks like this:
"Hi, do you wanna breed?"
"Say What?!"
"I have no time to read your stories, Dear, because I'm so busy. But can you make time for me?"
"No, man, you're ugly!" And then block the sicko and all his STD's.September 18, 2017
The Story Behind 64 Dresses
For once, I decided to check my facebook, and found a message inside saying that "64 Dresses" had gone live. I "ran" over, opened up the online magazine, and there was my baby looking at me--with an illustration no less!
What was behind this story? Take away the infuriating experiences with severe racism and pretend friends, there is only left a bedtime story I made up to get my little sister to go to sleep.
There have been many stink people in my life. It only made sense that they should melt. The girl's stench was based off of a kid I knew when I was five. Oh gosh, I knew exactly where he was when he'd come to play with my brother. Wouldn't you know it, the little stink bomb would be sitting on my precious bed--right where my head went at night. And yes, he did smell orange. I can't describe it any other way. My nose still quivers when I think about him.
What was behind this story? Take away the infuriating experiences with severe racism and pretend friends, there is only left a bedtime story I made up to get my little sister to go to sleep.
There have been many stink people in my life. It only made sense that they should melt. The girl's stench was based off of a kid I knew when I was five. Oh gosh, I knew exactly where he was when he'd come to play with my brother. Wouldn't you know it, the little stink bomb would be sitting on my precious bed--right where my head went at night. And yes, he did smell orange. I can't describe it any other way. My nose still quivers when I think about him.
September 11, 2017
The Story Behind Love Notes
I always wondered what would happen if somebody actually succeeded in calling in Bigfoot, and if they didn't howl and beat sticks together in the middle of the night to do it. What if all they had to do was contact him in a simpler way?
Then I thought, what kind of a nut would do that? And why would this person be driven to it? Maybe she's not only a bleeding heart activist for the Bigfoot, but she's also in an unhappy marriage. But I needed more than just an unhappy marriage. That's when Donald showed up, an old gross man with lots of money.
Ah, Margaret is unhappy AND grossed out, but she did it to herself because she's a gold digger. The woman became self-centered AND self-destructive. Yay, perfect!
The settings had already been picked months ago, but they had no story to go with them. Now that Margaret was there, she just had to blow herself up.
Then I thought, what kind of a nut would do that? And why would this person be driven to it? Maybe she's not only a bleeding heart activist for the Bigfoot, but she's also in an unhappy marriage. But I needed more than just an unhappy marriage. That's when Donald showed up, an old gross man with lots of money.
Ah, Margaret is unhappy AND grossed out, but she did it to herself because she's a gold digger. The woman became self-centered AND self-destructive. Yay, perfect!
The settings had already been picked months ago, but they had no story to go with them. Now that Margaret was there, she just had to blow herself up.
September 4, 2017
They're only nice to you when you're on a diet!
Everybody has drunk off all the pop, ate all the food, munched off all the snacks and left you a can of beans. I guess it's a good time to go on a diet.
So you go on a diet, and suddenly, everyone is so nice. "Here, Honey, have some donuts. Did you eat today? I made a cake just because!"
"Oh look, I ordered pizza, because I love you so much!"
"Hey, I know you love Coke. I bought some for you when I went out."
"Hey, guess what, I made extra for you!"
Agh! What's a starving sufferer to do?
Scream and run, little sufferer, just scream and run.
Publishing announcement! My story "Love Notes" is live on Liquid Imagination here! Be sure to share it with your friends! It helps a lot!
So you go on a diet, and suddenly, everyone is so nice. "Here, Honey, have some donuts. Did you eat today? I made a cake just because!"
"Oh look, I ordered pizza, because I love you so much!"
"Hey, I know you love Coke. I bought some for you when I went out."
"Hey, guess what, I made extra for you!"
Agh! What's a starving sufferer to do?
Scream and run, little sufferer, just scream and run.
Publishing announcement! My story "Love Notes" is live on Liquid Imagination here! Be sure to share it with your friends! It helps a lot!
August 28, 2017
WANTED: A PLANT-EATING SQUIRREL
Awww, look at it, so cute! So fluffy, so round--look at those little big eyes! It loves to climb and make clickety noises. It loves nuts and berries!
The little wretch also loves these.
Now when the package says to plant it in a pot INSIDE the house, you better plant it in the pot and keep its butt inside. Otherwise, it ends up looking like this! Oh look, one left who survived the squirrel apocalypse...
...sort of...
The little wretch also loves these.
Now when the package says to plant it in a pot INSIDE the house, you better plant it in the pot and keep its butt inside. Otherwise, it ends up looking like this! Oh look, one left who survived the squirrel apocalypse...
...sort of...
August 21, 2017
Invasion U.S.A! Movie Review!
It's 1985! America has been invaded by a bunch of evil-looking dudes!
People are dying left and right! And only one man can stop them: Chuck Norris! He's a one-man-army out kicking butt and saving the day!
Didn't know this movie existed? Well, now you do! And now, here is my in-depth, highly-educated, intelligent review of Invasion U.S.A.
"Oh gosh, I hope nobody comes to the door."
People are dying left and right! And only one man can stop them: Chuck Norris! He's a one-man-army out kicking butt and saving the day!
Didn't know this movie existed? Well, now you do! And now, here is my in-depth, highly-educated, intelligent review of Invasion U.S.A.
"Oh gosh, I hope nobody comes to the door."
August 14, 2017
Death of a Sunflower
At the beginning of summer, I planted a sunflower seed. It wasn't just any sunflower seed. It was a red and yellow sunflower seed. I waited all summer for it to grow. I learned of its ways, watched it reach six feet tall and bloom with a blossom as big as my face. Look how beautiful!
And then the hail storm of the century hit...
AAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He was so young! Beheaded for a crime he didn't commit!
Poor George. Reduced to a tin cup.
And then the hail storm of the century hit...
AAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He was so young! Beheaded for a crime he didn't commit!
Poor George. Reduced to a tin cup.
August 7, 2017
Smash ALL the MUSHROOMS!!!!!!!!
Mushrooms: delightful pieces of squishable fungus to satisfy any aching shoe.
If you want to become an expert mushroom smasher, you have to know the basics. Mushrooms like to come out in wet shady places, and sometimes they come out in the sun, and, of course, they like sprouting in cow crap and horse crap and any other crap that you can think of. WHY? You wanna smash the fat things, but at the expense of mashing your foot into a mega pile of BLEAH! Mushrooms on long stems like to come out of those.
So here is what to do. Aim a long stick at the top of the mushroom, like your're playing golf, and swing! BAM, it shatters into a million pieces and you can scream your triumph.
When you come upon a group of mushrooms, smash them as fast as you can. Juicy ones are kind of gross, so just step on them and DO NOT kick.
When you come upon a perfect mushroom--one a Smurf likes to live in, circle the mushroom, savor its roundness, color and texture. Hold back for as long as you can--and then SMASH! Smash that thing out of existence and kick it all over the place, feeling the crunch beneath your shoe, almost hearing it inside your foot. Scream like you never screamed before and stare at the sky in mad ecstasy.
That's the only way to smash a mushroom. If you have any other ways to smash a mushroom, please comment below.
If you want to become an expert mushroom smasher, you have to know the basics. Mushrooms like to come out in wet shady places, and sometimes they come out in the sun, and, of course, they like sprouting in cow crap and horse crap and any other crap that you can think of. WHY? You wanna smash the fat things, but at the expense of mashing your foot into a mega pile of BLEAH! Mushrooms on long stems like to come out of those.
So here is what to do. Aim a long stick at the top of the mushroom, like your're playing golf, and swing! BAM, it shatters into a million pieces and you can scream your triumph.
When you come upon a group of mushrooms, smash them as fast as you can. Juicy ones are kind of gross, so just step on them and DO NOT kick.
When you come upon a perfect mushroom--one a Smurf likes to live in, circle the mushroom, savor its roundness, color and texture. Hold back for as long as you can--and then SMASH! Smash that thing out of existence and kick it all over the place, feeling the crunch beneath your shoe, almost hearing it inside your foot. Scream like you never screamed before and stare at the sky in mad ecstasy.
That's the only way to smash a mushroom. If you have any other ways to smash a mushroom, please comment below.
July 31, 2017
I played Mommy, and they didn't know!
The other day, I had to take my sister to see her school counselor before school started. The counselors thought I was an incoming freshman, except one. She thought I was my sister's mother. Now if that were so, I would have given birth at eleven. What was going on in that woman's head? I have no clue. Maybe it was the color of my skin.
Anyway, I didn't even correct her when she said she had been wanting to see me about some school stuff and a few problems my sister-daughter had. I was like, "Okay!" I sat down in the mommy chair and had a nice chat, and some problems worked out and a school schedule and a clear path to graduation for my sister.
My other sister sat in back with a grin on her face and the sister that we were there for rolled with the punches, too. It was pretty awesome. A stink man came in and left a stench in the room. Next time he came in I covered my nose. A woman with an attitude of "woman power" walked in and interrupted the meeting to announce that the power was going off in fifteen minutes and commenced speaking to the air-headed counselor for another ten. And then the top idiot showed up. She had seen the real mom dozens of times and couldn't hack why the current mom looked fourteen, and then I got a hug at the end of it. I suppose they thought I was a single struggling teenage mom with a teenage daughter.
Should I have been insulted? Of course not! Do you know what a gold mine that was for story and character ideas? It's so great to watch people in their own element, when they think a "stupid, dirty Native" is in the room. Little did they know that they became my experiment, my little rats in a box, my bugs under glass, my germs in the petri dish! Mwahahahaha!
Anyway, I didn't even correct her when she said she had been wanting to see me about some school stuff and a few problems my sister-daughter had. I was like, "Okay!" I sat down in the mommy chair and had a nice chat, and some problems worked out and a school schedule and a clear path to graduation for my sister.
My other sister sat in back with a grin on her face and the sister that we were there for rolled with the punches, too. It was pretty awesome. A stink man came in and left a stench in the room. Next time he came in I covered my nose. A woman with an attitude of "woman power" walked in and interrupted the meeting to announce that the power was going off in fifteen minutes and commenced speaking to the air-headed counselor for another ten. And then the top idiot showed up. She had seen the real mom dozens of times and couldn't hack why the current mom looked fourteen, and then I got a hug at the end of it. I suppose they thought I was a single struggling teenage mom with a teenage daughter.
Should I have been insulted? Of course not! Do you know what a gold mine that was for story and character ideas? It's so great to watch people in their own element, when they think a "stupid, dirty Native" is in the room. Little did they know that they became my experiment, my little rats in a box, my bugs under glass, my germs in the petri dish! Mwahahahaha!
