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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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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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Embarrassment

During the one-nostril breathing session at my yoga class, I was mortified to hear the entire class of daycampers fall silent as they moved through the hallway past the large windows.

    TAGS:  embarrassment, yoga, nostrils


cross-baked :: boot

Miss Jane perused her basement full of stitchwork, in an I’m-not-embarrassed sort of way, and thought “not since College, eh” well it’s a good thing I spent half the night sharpening these nice needles to such shiny, sharp points; I knew they’d come in handy.

    TAGS:  Miss Jane, embarrassment, sharp


The Criminal :: Randy

When I coughed (I was so embarrassed!) feathers flew out of my mouth: little ones, tiny ones, black and red, curving through the air, perfectly unbloodied and almost comical but, yes, entirely, yes, criminal because, you see, all those who were around me, and there were at least a dozen, stopped what they were doing and stared, all eyes on me, all black and no red, water still dripping from our beaks, amazed that I could cough (I didn’t know either! who among us can cough!) but distracted by the fact a murder came out of my throaty anomoly: little ones, tiny ones, black and red.

    TAGS:  chickens, chicken - the bird, feathers, criminals, fowl, embarrassment, coughing


the day after shame :: grudknows

Tomorrow, once I’ve slept, it’s possible that I’ll look back upon the posts of the last 24 hours with horrified embarrassment.

    TAGS:  embarrassment, horrified, the day after, posts


yesterday, i found myself smiling at a cute pudgy little baby, then opening the door for his stroller, then tripping over the curb that i wasn’t looking at and sprawling across the asphalt; i’ve got a bruised shoulder and two skinned knees, and i should have a bruise on my ego as well, but apparently i’m no longer capable of embarrassment (i laughed, so did the baby).

    TAGS:  baby, accident prone, cute, asphalt, knees, ego, embarrassment, pudgy


life is over :: Br. Ezra

Now that the maintenance man has seen me naked my life is strangely complete…can you die of embarrassment?

    TAGS:  embarrassment, nakedness, full exposure


After years of therapy, I was finally able to admit that lying about owning a house giraffe was actually nothing more than a lifetime of pent up frustration regarding my mother’s embarrassingly long neck.

    TAGS:  giraffes, lies, embarrassment, house giraffes, therapy


 

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