Scrine is the home of the lost, lonely and forgotten sentence. Visitors are not only welcome to read along, but are encouraged to become a member and post their own sentences under the ever-watchful eye of the rusty metal bird known only as Scrine, who would be the first to tell you that inside of everyone hides a few carefully chosen words that should be shared with the world. He hopes you'll share yours.
there was no one around on the way out but two ‘possums crossing the boulevard, 6am, going home.
there was no one around on the way out but two ‘possums crossing the boulevard, 6am, going home.