He crafted for a while, until the twins of light started not to look alike anymore. The knacks brought by Darwin were many and the didn't have a manual. He finished assembling and dried his hands with a cloud. Done. The man with half of my heart is perfect. Then he saw he had one more piece. A rib. He had lost a day of creation and sweated a world. So he made the woman. They will think themselves to be whole, but they will always miss something or someone. And they will long for the wholeness, not for the holiness, he smiled resigned to the little devil that was closing the workshop.
(Translated by Ema-Teodora Rădulescu / 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 August 2022, the group has 9,000 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. 
