It was good. God looked at the world and was content. Yesterday He rested because He was tired from all that running around in the universe. To add another planet, they all had to be rearranged. And this one seemed to be dearer to him, precisely because he hadn't thought of it before. It had taken Him six days to lay another mountain, draw another river, and He hadn't even felt the passing of time. The earth was an oil painting, slightly flowing but breathtaking as you try to unravel its mysteries. Then, the Human appeared.
(Translated by Alina-Dorina Nicolae / 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 June 2022, the group has 8,500 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. 
