It's raining crookedly and heavily amidst pain dressed in bright colors, in the garden a blue colored bird screams, as loud as its beak holds, obscene words to society, somewhere, from a rotten purple plum; a pink, underdeveloped worm sticks its head out. It wildly trips over a fat, black ant, on a gray stone, and then falls effortlessly over an orange leaf, only skin and bone. Only the grass, of a twisted green, spits in molehills fine embroideries of Bavaria.
(Translated by Claudia Alexandra Văcărescu / 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 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. 
