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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 newscrine.com have come to a close.

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



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Scrine Restoration

Sentences: 100% (19024)
Comments: 11%


Confessional: 100%
Scrineblog: 18.4%

boot blog: 100%
'mouse blog: 0%

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2015 Supporters

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2014 Supporters

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Sentence Count

2016 ~ 46
2015 ~ 259
2014 ~ 138
2013 ~ 256
2012 ~ 433
2011 ~ 940
2010 ~ 1786
2009 ~ 2631
2008 ~ 3808
2007 ~ 4502
2006 ~ 3037
2005 ~ 1188

 

Comments

September 28, 2016
The Pedantic Barkeep :: boot :: 1

Goliard, boot and 'mouse walked into town, Trouble brewed right along behind them.

“The Suffering Fuckheads are not sonic wallpaper. They are not going to behave and play background music. They are not going to play your next shitty dinner party. They are not going to play your wedding, but they might do your divorce.” (from The Suffering Fuckheads profile)

September 26, 2016
diamond :: boot :: 0

His thoughts crystallised, shining as they turned, hardening and becoming lost in the rigid constraints of time.


drowning :: boot :: 7

Words so filled her mind that they started to leak from her nose.


September 14, 2016
In closing: :: goliard :: 0
I am a middle aged woman with two teenagers who has seen degradation and insults over the years but today I conclude that low rise pants are the worst of it.
September 01, 2016
Side Effects :: 'mouse :: 0

Yeah, I got the nausea, fever and rash, but they seem to have failed to warn about the sudden urge I have to bark like a dog.


August 16, 2016

You remind me of the ventriculoperitoneal shunt in my head; once you served an important purpose, but now you just take up space and make me ache when it rains.


August 15, 2016
Spreadsheet Love :: Keith :: 1

Anything worth doing needs a spreadsheet, except maybe love, although even that's debatable.


August 14, 2016
Robotic Love :: Keith :: 0

I negotiated for her survival, knowing full well I would never live long enough to see the restoration.


August 01, 2016
Dork Manifesto. :: goliard :: 0

Turns out I can drive 55, for long periods of time, while playing lite rock at a reasonable volume.


July 18, 2016
one man’s trash :: OhNo789 :: 0

I wanted to take you to where the creek meets the river, and show you that seculed place underneath the bridge where I keep my feelings in a crumpled up bag of chips.


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