Only when one was asleep could the other fly through the stars, through the
all-encompassing mist from which she gathered immortality into her fists. It was said to be composed of relics of forgotten dreams hoping to one day rise to new souls. Only in those hours of traveling through the galaxies, when she was truly free and infinite, did her strange half dream in colorful twisted stories. She always descended smoothly, synchronizing with the breath of that body she sometimes loved, sometimes hated. Then they stood up together and looked in the mirror.
(Translated by Medeea Alexandra Stan / 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 January 2022, the group has 7.830 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. 
