He was trembling of tiredness in the light of dusk. He had ripped out every thought carved with a palette of red on pieces of flesh, every incomplete wish carved by time in strands of muscles, every dream that consumed his bones for years. He had covered thousands of kilometres so he would bring them all to their destination. As he was bleeding from all his scars, he dragged screaming from his left eye the last crumpled sheet. My dearest dear, it was written there, love starts from here. You are always in my thoughts, don't you dare forgive me. Ițm holding you close, Myself that are You that I am.
(Translated by Constantin Istrate / 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 September 2021, the group has 7.150 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. 
