The armies stood facing each other. The commanders were in the lead. At a signal all hell broke loose. What a clash of forces, what powers unleashed. The sky was covered with arrows. There was no place to hide, there was no escape. The end was near. But all were
light-hearted, doing their duty, fulfilling their purpose. Suddenly there was a distant noise. Alexander, how many times do I have to tell you to come to the table? Aristotle left ten minutes ago, he told me you were done for the day. Forget the game.
(Translated by Andreea Grinţescu / 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 July 2021, the group has 6.800 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. 
