in any field for almost a decennium, what am I saying, a millennium. This is a meritorious testimonium. I'm a lively, eerily and olivey but rusty patrimonium, and when I write I'm browny to some. But to mommy I'm tawny. I'm even writing a harmoniously memorandum of the scholarly pandemonium I represent melodically. More concretely, I am debating the coaxial synergy of the indubitable unyielding one that elicits a stoic serenity bordering on apodictic ubiquity from a pastiche autobiographical deontism. An elitist, the nitwit.
(Translated by Ana-Maria Batog / 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. 
