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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  • Bad puns and top-notch metaphors.

  • Every sentence backed by solid science.

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Flutter
Why ? Not :: 'mouse

He trudged down the soggy, muddy winter lane in search of the rusty metal bird where he planned to tie his single-word sentence “Why?” where it would flutter in the desolate winter breeze like a lonely prayer flag high in the Himalayas, but then he stopped to pick up a ragged scrap of paper he spotted on the bridge over Whiskey River and, after he read it, he took out his pen, changed his note to read “Why not?” and hung it respectfully on the bird, walking away with renewed spring in his step.

    TAGS:  senses, offsite link, breeze - the thing, Diane Ackerman, flutter, renewal


It turns out that when you mix all the colours of the world, they come out white and flutter softly down amongst the masses, which in turn makes my dear friend Becky laugh and giggle until the whole city stops to notice.

    TAGS:  Becky the Harlequin, snow, harlequin, colour, giggle, white, flutter


 

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