I was the lisping black sheep in their perfect family. I came into this World through the doors of a Parisian bathroom, on the last breath of a foam balcony. For half a century I have been riding my own rainstorm through nights of narcotic labyrinths and painting my words onto the wind, relating to none of them. But today, in a sudden fit of rage, I rip off my right ear, agonizing over the dilemma of the avatars inside of myself. The sky has shooting stars, ravens hunt lizards, lunatics die in vain, not waiting for the light of a flower anymore.
(Translated by Daniela-Andreea Gugescu / 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. 
