Scrabble's illegitimate love child

What is Scrine?

• 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 have come to a close. is back in business.  Still lacking a decent mobile access, but we're getting close.

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Use this space for notes and reminders to yourself.

This is a private space. Only you will see your notes.

Expiration date is not required, only if you want the note to magically disappear.

A great place to keep your fantastic ideas, like, "Hey! I need to write more sentences about crickets and English gentlemen with unruly beards."

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Scrine Restoration

Sentences: 100% (19011)
Comments: 11%

Confessional: 100%
Scrineblog: 18.4%

boot blog: 100%
'mouse blog: 0%

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2014 Supporters

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Sentence Count

2016 ~ 33
2015 ~ 259
2014 ~ 138
2013 ~ 256
2012 ~ 433
2011 ~ 940
2010 ~ 1786
2009 ~ 2631
2008 ~ 3808
2007 ~ 4502
2006 ~ 3037
2005 ~ 1188

May 24, 2016
Probably my Walmart savings catcher should not be my highest bank balance.

I admit it—I was responsible for the psychic explosion that left that so-called customer service agent at the bank a shuddering blob of rotting jellyfish on the floor, but he deserved it, he really deserved it.

May 19, 2016
Tough call. :: goliard :: 0
You want more security and more profit and lower prices and more leg room and more data and more privacy and more safety and more speed and less expense and less risk and more entertainment and less reality and more choices?
May 16, 2016
You look like a guy who would know how to install a rear windshield wiper blade.
May 09, 2016

During the middle of the night I was a winning jockey who got the girl, then later a powerful attorney with both charm and money, and then right before I woke up I was deep in a jungle, able to leap and fly from tree to tree with almost no effort, so I'm sure it's easy to see which dream I would chose to be real.

May 03, 2016
middle age ennui :: 'mouse :: 0

I used to believe that if money couldn't directly buy happiness, at least it could buy good scotch, which was for years a good enough substitute, but lately I find that the scotch just gives me a headache and irritates my prostate.

May 02, 2016

Sunday the first shoe dropped; Monday the second shoe; now I am waiting on the third shoe to drop.

April 30, 2016

Damn you and your orthopedically sound choices axl; you and you're knee walker are not about to rock.

April 24, 2016

There will be flashbacks, dream sequences and adverbage galore, and the not-yet-existant editor can make honey with it.

Happy anti-versary. :: goliard :: 3

While I've never been too good with numbers, it's true-12 steps forward and 7 steps back is still 5 steps away from you.

At approximately 5:50 this morning, I was arrested in my home for the murder of the Purple Paper Maker, but I'm assuming the police lost all their evidence when I woke up a minute later.

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