They had only one holy rule: you couldn't talk about them. They recruited you in the evening, cutting the clouds in flight. You had to have in your soul the remains of a seraphim and the wings of a cherub, to guard the word with holiness, to want to drink the forgiveness. Under the hoods of a smoldering ember, you burned the flame of generosity. They danced their dance at every sunrise, embracing the round moon, like their souls, with their shadows. And, without a doubt, the howls of wolves always turned into the whispers of the Midsummer witches.
(Translated by Andreea-Alexandra Șerbănescu / 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. 
