Category: Scottsdale Stories
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A Race Against The Clock
Stan CollinsA Race Against The Clock – Stan Collins The exhaust note of the Maserati Quattroporte sang through the streets of Scottsdale in the dead of the night. They recklessly raced through town with no regard for pedestrians, scooters, bicycles, or other obstacles in their path. Time was running out. “We’re not going to make it…
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Running Away With Strangers
Stan CollinsSunlight poured through the blinds into the room and under the lids of my dry, tired eyes. My body was hurting and my mind was lost. The remnants of a once vivid and engaging dream were fading away as I slowly became conscious of my surroundings. Confused, worried thoughts and questions began to swirl through…
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The Darkness Under Scottsdale Lights
Stan CollinsThe Darkness Under Scottsdale Lights – Stan Collins An Old Town Scottsdale Story Underneath the grand facade of Scottsdale city lights lives a melancholy existence, a sort of shared sadness amongst many of the locals that frequent the scene. Masked by massive amounts of blow and promiscuity, is a collective feeling of lacking. Everyone is…
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A Firework Romance
Stan CollinsA Firework Romance – Stan Collins May 29, 2019 They had only just met but their connection was powerful and apparent. She appeared to be everything he’d hoped for. Her voice was like elegant music to his ears and her words carried such weight that he always longed for more. Her face hung in his…
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Venturing Into The Vortex
Stan CollinsVenturing Into The Vortex – Stan Collins An Old Town Scottsdale Story She could feel her skin tingling and her heartbeat was in sync with the blaring music at the trendy new Old Town nightclub. She had spent more time than usual applying makeup and styling her hair that night, and she did so while…
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The Mayan Goddess – Poem
Stan CollinsThey were all fixated on the goddess as she strolled through the venue. To whom had she come there to see? How long might this mystery continue? Every head turned towards her and every mind thought the same. How glorious it would be to meet and whisk her away. I had found what I was…