• Scrine is the home of lost, forgotten, and lonely sentences.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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.
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."
On discovering the haiku secrets website - a site not unlike Scrine - grudknows desperately wanted to be one of the first to add to the collection but could think of not a word, let alone many syllables.
Quack like a duck!
Boot has gleefully pointed out that I have now appeared in the list of ten scriners, which is a little disturbing… and lead me to wondering *where is* Bunni - the person whose posting made me discover the scrine site in the first place - I wanted to cite the quote I’d received via messenger, before sharing it willy-nilly with others - come back bunni!
Not wanting to prematurely panic, grudknows saw the evil writings on the walls of scrine and muttered, ‘You can’t trick me this time’ as she logged out - only to find that they did, they could, they had and that sometimes when you think they’re out to get you… they are.
Who knows what boot and grud are up to - and more to the point - why does grud have a fork instead of a spoon to stir her coffee…?
Grudknows did a little jig of delight after hearing that she had an interview for a six week work assignment, hearing she may have the chance of getting some after hours work (as well) and (on a much sillier note) - this morning there were 68 posts in the off topic thread she started in the fan forum before she went home last night.
The sounds made by grud’s sister when she discovered a parcel addressed to Boot in the post which she is now holding for a King’s ransom - damn postal services that make you list the contents of the box on the outside!
Keith (or was it the other Keith) tossed aside the beer, took one last long look at his bed, put down his coffee mug and added the ‘newest scriners’ to the home page - just like he said he would.
Grudknows sipped from the nice shiny new coffee mug with some suspicion - it’d be presented to her sister who couldn’t restrain the maniacal twinkle in her eye but so far the cup hadn’t sprung a leak, made any sounds or done anything out of the ordinary - it’s really *just* a mug, she quacked to herself in reassuring tones.
It’s a disturbing sort of day when your friend decides to ring you up, quack and then hang up.
‘Dammit - not again’, muttered grud, as she discovered she could relate everything in the world back to ‘The Dilbert Future’.
As the pretty young woman teetered atop the chair in the kitchen, she couldn’t help but wonder why this was any help with the ‘mouse inside her own head.
Grud, despite recovering from the flu, prepared a voice sample to humour those scriners who’d asked her and Boot to do one. But then couldn’t find anyway to upload it… so didn’t.
Um… yeah - here’s the voice sample - I think (grud_flu_sample.mp3).
During her lunch hour Grud, like a child with his or her nose pushed firmly against the toy shop window, looked longingly at the sentences people had posted at scrine.com (the nasty censors didn’t so much mind scrine.com) - but every now and then, like the child at the toy store, grud would forget herself and try to venture into the world of scrine during her working day, only to be told as she hit submit and the domain changed over to www.scrine.com that it had been blocked because the site may contain explicit content or hate speech… or possibly even ... porn.
Grud was generally impressed when she noticed a shiny new and as yet unsigned Australian band featured in Scrine Tunes - but moving on to the new Scrine comics was a little dejected to find that ‘mouse, bunni, bakerina, pam — well most of the scrine clan for that matter — had failed to entertain her with their own cartoon interpretations of scrine sentences - ‘dance for me, dammit!’ she cried to an empty room.
Grud visited Scrine for the first time in weeks and felt an overwhelming sense of confusion - ‘but what’s the point?’ she muttered before noticing the clock and frantically preparing for work.
Grud looked around at the piles of, well, stuff and vowed (once again) never to move house.
Red, yellow, purple, egg (and I shall say no more).
Grud has been off pottering around in various aspects of life - in particular, experimenting with just how much sleep deprivation one person can handle, having a full *actual* life, building empires in Second Life, working AND spending time or catching up with the people I love - all which leaves very little time to nap.
Grud rolled her eyes as yet another mellow song started up - from a play list that includes metal, punk, blues, pop, country AND western, screaming banshees, stuff spanning almost every era, music from new Australian bands and some pretty weird shit it’s very bizarre to have such consistency in what’s being played.
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