He stepped through the grass, when he heard a squealing. He bent over and saw something blue and small. Pi, pi. It looked like a toy alien. Pi, pi, squeaked again that thing. He shook it to see if it make another sound, then throwed it back. What the hell, you told me this is how to say,
pi-pi. He didn't even noticed me. Don't worry, we will stop on Mars, if you can't hold it until home. On Mars? It's cold like hell. Then let's ride because we have a long way to go. A small bug like a nut hurled from the grass to the sky.
(Translated by Cristina-Nicoleta Costache (Mircea) / 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 July 2022, the group has 8,750 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. 
