One day, we angerly took words from between words, turned them upside down and forged swords out of them. Open wounds would remain where they cut. Then, the words began screaming and everything we yelled at one another echoed through my tired mind like the trot of wild horses. Try telling them to stop. When we wanted to begin rebuilding, the words would hide from us and shattered at the first voicing. Given that I am no Ana and Manole the Builder reinvented himself some time ago, our story now lies beneath ruins.
(Translated by Cristina Ioana Bontea / 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. 
