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.
I went looking for my muse bright and early this morning and found the sodden bastard passed out in the hammock in the back yard, next to half a warm pitcher of lemonade and a near-empty bottle of vodka.