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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 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% (19120)
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

2017 ~ 53
2016 ~ 89
2015 ~ 259
2014 ~ 138
2013 ~ 256
2012 ~ 433
2011 ~ 940
2010 ~ 1786
2009 ~ 2631
2008 ~ 3808
2007 ~ 4502
2006 ~ 3037
2005 ~ 1188

 

Comments

April 08, 2005
time matters :: 'mouse :: 0
There are those who say time is a vexing illusion, others will tell you it’ll take you on the wildest ride of your life, once there was even a brilliant philosopher who claimed the true passage of time could only be measured by the burnt, curled edge of his plastic spatula, but when it comes down to it, there is only one reason for the existence of time and one thing you need to know about it:  Friday afternoon Happy Hour begins down at the local tavern at 5:00 p.m. sharp.

i come up against a row of oh-so-republican computers in my quest for oh-so-democratic disability benefits, and if it doesn’t fit in the box or on the line nor apply to you at all, the republican computer cannot recognize such gradations and wavy lines: i miss the poorly paid overworked human beings who could at least be reasoned with.


April 07, 2005
roadtrip :: Keith :: 0
I don’t understand why everything about religion has to be so complicated; for instance, the guys and I are thinking about driving up for the Pope’s funeral, but if we call it a roadtrip, will it sound like goofing off; and can we drink beer on the way?
mc^2 :: other keith :: 1
Time is an illusion…understanding time moreso.

It’s not easy retrieving a toy from behind my seat while changing lanes in front of a driver who is wandering all over the road, but I’m willing to try anything to get my daughter to stop screaming, and I’m certain the world agrees.


steps :: Imaginary Keith :: 0
Even the wildest imagination is built upon order.
panic :: 'mouse :: 0
At first there were just spots which could be ignored or mopped up, but as the rising tide of paper covered his entire office floor, a cold layer of anxiety floated on top, quickly rising to envelop his chest, heart and lungs.
April 06, 2005
meeting :: Keith :: 0
Scrine and I met in the oddest of places - the library - where I was searching for information on Depression era footwear, and this strange, metal bird, with a book on world domination tucked under one wing, was searching for a better way home; we hit it off immediatly and went for pie.
regretfully yours :: steve :: 0
Don’t worry if, before trying to retrieve your keyring from inside a mailbox, it doesn’t occur to you that you might become stuck, because you’ll have plenty of time to consider it after the fact.
oooooh, bats :: 'mouse :: 0
Tequila is not a hallucinogen, tequila is not a hallucinogen, tequila is not a hallucinogen…
April 05, 2005
hitch :: Keith :: 0
If I’m not mistaken, there was a time when hitchhiking didn’t seem quite so much like begging.
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