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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.



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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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Bullets

A young Miss Jane watched from under a desk as the angry, blood-splattered man sprayed bullets into the air and yelled “I told you when I finally lost it, that you would be the first to go!”

    TAGS:  Miss Jane, polite violence, blood, growing up, bullets, interesting, splatter


Henry didn’t speak much French, but he could have sworn the man named Pierre shouted, “C’est la Vie!” as the other man was hit by the bullet, and not, “Carlos, you fool!” as he seemed to be telling the police.

    TAGS:  Henry, police, bullets, French, fools


Rufus thinks that it’s unhealthy for Schuster to fidget so much with his box of bullets, but my friend Schuster thinks fidgeting is the sign of an active, healthy imagination; “Besides,” he told Rufus, “with my fingerprints on them, I’m almost 10% less likely to put one of these in your kneecap someday.”

    TAGS:  Rufus & Schuster, polite violence, bullets, fidgeting, fingerprints, unsubstantiated statistics


Whenever Rufus and my friend Schuster get locked up down at county, they usually pass the time by arguing the age-old question: Which came first, the gun or the bullet?

    TAGS:  Rufus & Schuster, bullets, guns


 

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