Remember the first time you saw me, in a church, being painted by a lousy artist? I had horns, hooves, a tail and a pitchfork,with a dull ominous expression. Or when, some time later, you thought I was hidden in the closet or under the bed? Obviously, that's where I was. Later on, you turned me into fears, obsessions, limitations.And even later on, into a smile that quickly turned from seductive to malicious. Then you claimed I didn't exist. That you are free. Strong.
Vanity. Definitely, my favourite sin.(Translated by Raluca Ioana Crucerescu / 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. 
