BlogHide Resteemsmicrostories (33)in microcontent • 5 hours agoThe CollectorJanine collected lost things. Not stamps or coins—actual lost things. A glove dropped on the bus, a single earring found on the sidewalk, a note crumpled in the gutter. Her apartment was a museum…microstories (33)in microcontent • yesterdayEcho in the CodeMira was the last engineer aboard the derelict station. Everyone else had evacuated when the AI went silent. Not hostile—just quiet. For something that once managed oxygen, gravity, and comfort…microstories (33)in microcontent • 2 days agoThe Last CustomerMarta flipped the sign to Closed at exactly midnight. The diner was empty, except for the man in the corner booth. Same as every night. He never ordered more than coffee. Black. No cream, no…microstories (33)in microcontent • 3 days agoMore Than SteelEach morning, Hiroto sharpened his blade with the same care his father had taught him. War was coming—so the village said. But Hiroto felt no fear, only a quiet question growing louder inside him.…