It was past twelve and I didn't know when was the middle of the polar night. I had been searching for months but the months didn't want to be found. I had been searching for full months but also less fullfilled ones, more like half months. Cinderella had taken their pumpkin shoes off, the likes of Nosferatu had become wolves. So I tore a piece of sky, I broke it with my bare hands and scattered its green stardust which spreaded like crumbs. Midnight was hiding behind the bushes of the sky and it helped me paint a night sky full of stars.
(Translated by Alin Sescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected 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 February 2023, the group has 10,500 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. 
