• Scrine is the home of lost, forgotten, and lonely sentences.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
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."
Capturing the pre-teen angst was not Dr. Rankins idea of a good time, but his car was getting nearly 50 miles per gallon off the stuff, so he didn’t complain.
I ‘m not sure at what point I realized that my life was cheaply manufactured in China and then shipped to the United States where it was sold for an embarrassingly low retail price at Wal*Mart but this understanding profoundly effects the way I view my life, causing me to live in the past tense (from a grammatical viewpoint) and overwhelms me with an abundance of shame guilt for being who I am.
Almost too late into her adolescence to do her much good, Muriel finally learned to differentiate between teen angst and her jeans being too tight.
After careful soul searching, Joseph concluded that he needed either a huge dose of good news or else a mommy to make things all better.
As a child I waited impatiently for puberty, a driver's license, a car, emancipation, college; as a college student I waited impatiently for a job, money, drinking age, car rental age, self-determination; as an adult I wait for pets to die, children to grow up and leave home, inevitable accidents and illness, ever-more-infrequent moments of joy; as I stare at 50, I wonder what it is that am I waiting for?
Copyright @ 2005 - 2017
139 queries in 0.6802 seconds