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• Scrine is the home of lost, forgotten, and lonely sentences.

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• Play nice. Be kind. Post only single sentences.

• Scrine gives everyone plenty of rope to play with, but reminds everyone that even the longest rope is capable of hanging a person.

• Censorship is ugly, but still not the ugliest bird in the sky. Happily, this has never been necessary.

• The appropriateness of all sentences will remain the sole discretion of Scrine's tender.

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• Anyone. Reading along costs nothing but time.

• Membership is required to post your own sentences. Joining is quick and painless.

• With membership comes the unique privilege of calling yourself a Scriner.

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• Your information will never be sold, given away, shared, or even traded for an unimaginably delicious slice of pie.

• The above sentence may be the only sentence on this site that is 100% true.

June 17, 2015

While not all of the original comments or Scrineblog entries have made it home to roost quite yet, it appears the days of have come to a close. is back in business.  Still lacking a decent mobile access, but we're getting close.

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Scrine Restoration

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Comments: 11%

Confessional: 100%
Scrineblog: 18.4%

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Sentence Count

2017 ~ 47
2016 ~ 89
2015 ~ 259
2014 ~ 138
2013 ~ 256
2012 ~ 433
2011 ~ 940
2010 ~ 1786
2009 ~ 2631
2008 ~ 3808
2007 ~ 4502
2006 ~ 3037
2005 ~ 1188

January 28, 2017

I relate to Madonna; I too, stayed at the party too long.

To be honest, it all got a bit heated and the blisters were particularly painful.

January 26, 2017
scratch my eyes out :: 'mouse :: 1

I hate that feeling when your contacts are killing you and you want to just rip them out and throw them away... and you realize you are not wearing contacts and haven't worn them for years.

January 22, 2017

So it shouldn't be keeping me awake but of course it is, waiting for it to take on a human rhythm, waiting for the need to take action to investigate and do something about it because shit I'm the grown up (there used to be another grown up here but in the end I was just imagining that) and so I'll have to put on clothes, grab a flashlight and a cup of coffee, and my phone (can't go anywhere without that damn thing) and step out into the yard to properly witness the heinous crime of tree branches scrapping against a shed roof.

January 16, 2017
Beggar’s banquet :: goliard :: 0

To them it's just dinner but once they get the reference their rock and roll education will finally be complete.

January 15, 2017
Flabber gassed. :: goliard :: 0

Lucy officially lost her love of irony the moment the president began his press conference with 'you people'.

January 10, 2017
Teasing the Timeline :: Keith :: 0

To tease the timeline, I would go back to 1800 and tell Thomas Jefferson about his destiny of ending up on the odd two dollar bill.

January 01, 2017

I've always considered Ted Nugent's Stranglehold to be a love song.

December 27, 2016

I've seen and heard more than I ever cared to see or hear; I resolve to pay less attention next year.

December 16, 2016

"Alisha's smirk vanished like hope after an election."

November 28, 2016
Destiny :: goliard :: 0

Coy Fu spent years looking for Janet in order to fully realize the prophecy of the calligraphed American letters tattooed on his arm one epic drunken night by Bud.

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