Tear diarey, I am happi that I am still writink on your white sheet, so lovieng, with my pens made froum Amerikaan bones. I was afrayd that I won't bee able to see ya. After so meany days I was not caught. I jinksed them. For me it is little, but it is so much spending for they. I am livink under the ground, hidden like a sacred bug, 'cause I am a beetle who picking on the Amerikaan ego. And I am used without lights, they not. So, if I am alive tomorrow day, I will build a tre.
Treee-Treee.(Translated by Roberta Ana-Maria Gulerez / 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 April 2022, the group has 8,175 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. 
