He feeds on souls of all kinds. Some of them I find for him in pubs drowning in alcohol and bad music, others I pick up in front of grinning churches on days of sin. Now I've stumbled on a mass grave. What a chaos is there. Good souls, souls in heels, grieving souls, burning souls, steaming souls, cold souls. Key figure. I can't focus, which one to choose? A young raven pecks at larvae. I look up to the sky. Nervous impulses compose themselves in a dance of pleading hands. Help me.
(Translated by Cosmina-Florentina Ciobanu / 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. 
