I pretend to be a mere mortal, but in the night, when everyone sleeps, my third eye wakes up and I start seeing Agarthas, Shambalas, and my exes divorcing. I received the gift of foresight seven years ago, initiated by some old gods' followers, bearded and mighty, at a campfire lit up with Ciucaș beer. I see the future, but only after payment by two monoatomic gold lingos. I am not saying anything about the etheric pyramid debauchery from the mountains, I have taken an oath.
(Translated by Elena-Diana Cocîr / 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 November 2021, the group has 7.500 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. 
