Ashok was standing in front of the shack, in the dark, fumbling around like a gorilla's ass through the darkness. He felt Plague, War, Famine and Death passing him by, through the road's dust. He felt their putrid stench and heard the horses' neigh. He returned to the shack silently and read John's rest of the letter. He then copied it in order to send it to the others. He then fell asleep. Silent and unnoticed on its way, the fifth nag was carrying Stupidity. Never seen by John, this was the fifth horse, a blind, skinny, ugly and toothless nag, but one which was immortal.
(Translated by Georgiana Morozii / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by prof. dr. Nadina Vișan / Edited by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)Real Fiction is a collective project started in 2013 by Florin Piersic Jr. The concept of Real Fiction continued to exist as a Facebook group, after a volume of stories was published at Humanitas Publishing House. (In December 2022, the group has 9,880 members.) The authors write ultra-short stories, with the texts limited to 500 characters (in Romanian, so the length of the English translation might be a little different) - a flash-fiction exercise on a topic that changes every few days. The group's coordinators are Florin Piersic Jr., Gabriel Molnar, Răzvan Penescu, and Luchian Abel. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale. 
