And put that backpack down. I pulled my jacket even tighter. I left the backpack on. I told you to take your clothes off, you fucking cunt, my father roared, shaking the ground. I pinned my feet to the floor and made no move. Where do you think you're going? Out into the world to become a man? Go back to the cows and plow the land. Get your poems out of your head, or I will. When I saw he was heading for the belt, I jumped out the door into the world. Now I am writing poetry. And my father is braging in the village about my books.
(Translated by Andreea Ciubuc / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by conf. dr. Daria Protopopescu / 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 December 2022, the group has 9,880 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. 
