I've left some Perseids in the fridge for you to crush fresh when you feel like getting laid. I couldn't find anywhere asteroid tears. They say that the illusion merchant was found with pneumonia from a cold bullet in the lab. If you get dizzy, squeeze your balls until I get back. And please stop giving the dragon whiskey to drink because our cat doesn't know how to spit fire. Pretend to be dead if dad comes and stop showing my mother the pecker. She will swallow it, the crazy woman.
(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 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. 
