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

What are the rules?

• 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.

What about privacy?

• 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

Sentences: 100% (19110)
Comments: 11%

Confessional: 100%
Scrineblog: 18.4%

boot blog: 100%
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Sentence Count

2017 ~ 43
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 15, 2017
Flabber gassed. :: goliard :: 0

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

Bronwyn contemplated the tomatoes roasting slowly in the oven; the chicken just pulled from the oven, waiting to be carved; the pepper-parmesan bread from one of the best artisan bakeries in the world; the mustard greens and garlic sauteed in peanut oil and dressed in oyster sauce; and said to herself, gosh, all I want is a baked potato.

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.

November 27, 2016

So call the Christmas cops.

November 26, 2016
Irrational Rationing :: Keith :: 3

Eventually books became so rare that it was necessary to enforce rationing, so each citizen was issued only a small handful of individual letters to read each day.

November 22, 2016
Yellow is the new black :: 'mouse :: 0

Except that the dog that lives across the river is yellow instead of black, a major scene in the novel I am reading was nearly word-for-word plagiarized from a short story I read a few weeks ago - good thing that the same author wrote both.

November 20, 2016

Henry once again failed to notice how oddly quiet his therapist became whenever he spent the whole hour whining about his lack of a proper nemesis.

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