Silence is babbling like Chinese water torture. I wear heavy chains that won't allow me to go to lilac horizon. I see it breaking in two, bending, like a delusion, like a saver phantasm. What am I? Is it so that I can't define myself anymore? Me in relation with who? With the people I have forgotten? Or the ones I desperately crave? I walk barefoot to the unknown border, full of rocks and withered grass. A spark ignites my memory: I think maybe this is how I ended up here. Perhaps tomorrow. I'll leap into the void. To the world.
(Translated by Ana-Maria Denisa Neagu / 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 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. 
