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.

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.

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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."

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Enjoy the Benefits!

  • Words, glorious words.

  • Useful duck information.

  • Best secret handshake west of the Mississippi.

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Walls :: Keith

Excuse me, but as king of this castle, it is my inherent right to be the designated tractor driver.

    TAGS:  castles, kings, tractors, inherent rights

maroon and gold :: boot

The spirals of colour wound up and down Becky’s arms, spurring under, over and through her skin, and as they sparked and clashed, feathers, bells and miniature castles sprouted from her pores.

    TAGS:  Becky the Harlequin, harlequin, feathers, gold, castles, clashing, spurring, maroon

There were towers of marbled marzipan, with floors of tiled liquorice, couches of rich, dark chocolate, and, sweetly, there was a hint of peppermint in the air.

    TAGS:  chocolate, candy, castles, palace


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