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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.

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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.

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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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Disaster Zone :: boot

Tammy stood amidst the ruins of her handbag (filled with shampoo), skirt (stained with colour booster shampoo), shoes (stained with coffee), notebooks, calculator, and reports (floating in their very own coffee lake), and kitchen cupboard shelves (coated with an explosion of val daal) and decided that staying in bed all week might have been the best plan after all.

    TAGS:  clumsy, disaster, Tammy

As the mobile phone bounced repeatedly across the pool deck - bang ... crack ... smack - and arced high into the air above the crystal clear water - whooooosh - eventually landing in - oh shit, oh shit, oh shit - the watery lake of destruction, Tammy realised that she probably should have heeded her own advice, just this once.

    TAGS:  clumsy, Tammy, watery

the cursed coat :: boot

As Tammy glared at the blood stains on her new jacket, she couldn’t help but think back to the painful incidents that preceded the engine-oil stained ‘new’ jacket and the train-track-grease stained ‘new’ boots and she found herself wondering just how many coincidences needed to stack up before something bad happened.

    TAGS:  blood, curse, Tammy

useless :: boot

Tammy had the distinct feeling that her work was trying to subtly erase every last modicum of her personality, piece by piece, memo by memo, email by email.

    TAGS:  banality, Tammy

coffee minion :: boot

Tammy wasn’t quite sure what she’d gotten herself into, but she was damn sure she liked the title.

    TAGS:  coffee, minions, Tammy :: littledevilworks

Tammy and Pepe fell in love with each other through their illicit activities on Scrine and lived happily ever after in a parallel universe.

    TAGS:  love, Tammy, Pepe

Seriously? :: littledevilworks

Tammy realized she might be taking her Scrine posting a little too seriously when she had several Google windows open for “research purposes” during composition.

    TAGS:  research, Tammy, serious

toy soldiers :: littledevilworks

Tammy lined the toy soldiers up in a platoon formation on her desk, then she took her red swingline stapler and beat them senseless; her anger management class was teaching her how to “more effectively relieve feelings of frustration and hopelessness.”

    TAGS:  anger management, Tammy, soldiers, swingline stapler

Achilles heel :: littledevilworks

Nothing filled Tammy with the same level of foreboding and abject terror, or the threat of decompensation quite like her Achilles heel: the sore throat.

    TAGS:  foreboding, terror, Tammy, sore throat


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