Em Ordni - laptop, a pan, niece, elf, fleece in Napa, pot, palindrome. 

The record recalled being recommended. It rejoiced. 

Depressed at the local scenery, the dragon flew away. "You can't even breathe around here."  

The Afterword looked up above. "I look forward to one day being the Foreward. Maybe then someone will actually read me" 

The ghosts silently confessed their secrets. - "We're all afraid of the dark."

Everytime a computer crashes, another tiny story was created.