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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.

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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Fortune Telling
Telling :: Keith

A fortune teller once told me, “I see your life connected with computers,” which I have to admit, sounded an awful lot like everyone’s future.

    TAGS:  computers, fortune telling

she waited, :: goliard

stuck in some purgatorial excuse for a bar, sitting on a stool with one leg shorter than the rest, ordering another jack and coke while glancing at her phone to check the time just once more, agreeing to have her fortune read by the reformed drinker sipping his beer in the corner and flashing a deck of tarot cards dramatically: not that she believed in that nonsense, not one bit, but with the moon full and her mind downtrodden she fell prey to his charms and listened as the oldman explained…

    TAGS:  drinking, bars, fortune telling, tarot cards


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