i used to love englis, and books ever since i was kiddo. Oh boy i read as, much as the corner, shop did. 24/7. More, than Kant and Hainechen and all the others. My mama used to said go-out and plai, kid, there is children outside and the sun is round. I'd stare at those pages filled with letters from dawn tilldusk and i couldn't get enough. They don't call me Clever Rică for nothing. Right now I'm setting up, a, reading no, aphlegmboyant novel The Beauty from the forest of the hanged. A, nuvel about a nice piece of ass that drove most guys crazy.
(Translated by Iulia-Teodora Urea / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 May 2021, the group has 6.400 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 Ficţiuni Reale. 
