Scrine ~ one part truth, two parts made up truth






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.



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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.


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.



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Use this space for notes and reminders to yourself.

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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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Bills

Standing ankle deep in the bills, he sometimes thought, “Duck slaughterhouse, which seemed both funny and sad, just like his floor.

    TAGS:  ducks, duck - the bird, bills, slaughterhouse


Ringing :: Keith

The phone rings whenever I sit down on the toilet, without fail, but because I’m behind on my bills, it also rings whenever I get up, so there’s really no escape.

    TAGS:  toilets, bills, debt, ringing


I developed a love of hyperbole in adulthood during a period when many, many bill-collectors would call us, night and day; fighting down hysterical giggles borne of panic, I would weave fantastic tales about ten-car pileups or alcoholic payroll embezzlers.

    TAGS:  bills, debt, embezzlers, hyperbole, tales


Priceless :: 'mouse

At the time it scared me, but now I recall with joy at the irony, my father using the full paper grocery bag of unopened bills to light a warming fire in the fireplace when I was a child.

    TAGS:  childhood, bills


I know it’s nothing to be proud of, but it’s beginning to look like my seven month collection of unopened mail and bills will turn out to be a complete set, which makes the accountant in me happy in that strange, anal, cross-your-i’s-and-dot-your-t’s sort of accounting way.

    TAGS:  accounting, anal retentive, bills


Wolves :: Keith

The wolves slipped in anyway they could, creeping along dial tones and the scrape of shoes coming up the walk.

    TAGS:  bills, finances, wolves


 

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