Red's blood was boiling in his veins, making the endless path they were on appear crimson. Blue was smiling endlessly and dreamily, as if nothing could end it. Yellow sparkled proudly and looked around haughtily indicating the impossibility of being silenced. A smoky mist crept in first cunningly, and then a thick pitch was snaking in grimly. So black that it absorbed everything it reflected in its path, gourmand and carbonic. Spontaneously, Everything returned to white as if by magic, because there had to be light.
(Translated by Andreea Laura Stanca / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by prof. dr. Nadina Vișan / Edited 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 November 2022, the group has 9,580 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. 
