Nephew, get the horses, we're taking your grandma to the five o'clock rocket. Right now she had to go to the baths on Makemake and so many plums are laying on the ground, who's piking them? Stop hovering your Pegasus over my saddle, you've been screwing up my intergalactic worm detectors on the roof and they're eating all my beans, fuck your mother's Burebista. All day long you play Hamlet in the virtual room, who made me buy games from the Russians, i hope a black hole takes them away. Hey, Ioane, let's go to grab jinars tonight because your hologram can't drink.
(Translated by Denisa Dărăban / 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. 
