Where memory comes to rant and rave, and heroes still use Burma-Shave

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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.

Who can play?

• 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 newscrine.com have come to a close.

Scrine.com is back in business.  Still lacking a decent mobile access, but we're getting close.

... read older news items

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November 14, 2008
Gathering nuts in May might be fun for some, but for young May it just meant four weeks hiding in a bush.
Little Lost Pig :: Keith :: 0
Forgetting his passion for bacon, Peter befriended the little lost pig.
Face the consequences. :: JadedBeauty :: 0
“Eventually,” she thought, “he will realize the magnitude of his actions and be overcome with grief.”
Hail Mary :: pam :: 0
Determined to finish his research, Fender rolled his sleep-crusted eyes, sighed, and typed a Hail Mary question into Google.
“Calm, cool, and collected,” Rufus told us over dinner one night, “that’s what women want in a man;” but my friend Schuster, his mouth stuffed so full of spaghetti that the loose ends sticking out flapped as he chewed, splattering sauce in every direction, obviously found something offensive about Rufus thinking he was an expert on women, and with pinpoint accuracy, spit out a meatball that flew across the table, hitting Rufus squarely in the head.
tattletale :: baltimore :: 0
By the time M had mustered up the guts to say anything about it, the other man’s attitude towards him had become quite stoic.
a beginning :: boot :: 0

A night like no other, his night began with such hope and joy, but he ended up feeling little more than numb.

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