I want to give an explanation for the accusation. I find myself in damnatory territory mandatory to be contradictory, libratory, transitory and not definitory. It's some kind of non-discriminatory ambulatory, aleatory with no gyratory, but executory and eliminatory for those in moratorium and auditorium. It's derisory this premonitory that I'm making consolatory in this divinatory context from this hallucinatory meritorious crematory from the sanatory I'm in. Your commentary is voluntary. Right?
(Translated by Alin Sescu / 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. 
