I've got bulky rings of words, thoughts of soups, I wear the necklace of greatness around happiness, hanging on my belly button,
pot-bellied of pig's skin. I roll in extremis among clichés, BMW is on the license plate on my
bee-em-vee and I only get laid on the outskirts, they're not mature, but they're good ladies, I get my dough, I walk my dog, I drink my coffee in Paris. My business is clean with laundered money, the homies know me, we're bros, I only live in luxury, opulence and style, if you piss me off, I'll put you six feet under. The heat's off, clean record, I'm a thug, I'm going Kommando.
(Translated by Lenuța Bejenaru / 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 May 2022, the group has 8,350 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. 
