04.12.2021
It touched the womb and flowers began to bloom in the lungs. The Universe became a circle and began to dwell in a dilated pupil. The light is too bright when you cannot see it in yourself. Music turns into goose bumps, wet with pleasure. The chemical that washes away Dreams, it flows hand in hand with Hell. Hot, because limns are the dance that beats a sound per minute. Pine needles come out of the morrow, reeking of love. So much love that you whisper to the DJ to play you a Requiem with all the angels.

(Translated by Bianca-Maria Marinescu / 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 August 2021, the group has 7.000 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 almost daily. 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.

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