The moment our cheeks touched, there was a chill going through my entire being. It traversed my flesh, like lightning, traveling across my spinal cord. I wanted to taste your lips, and I found in them a unique drowsiness. I am afraid of loving you. I ran back, to the chimera basement. I shattered my heart and buried it in wet and cold soil. It doesn't need a cross; I'll leave it in the corner of the cemetery, with the hanged and the outcasts. I start collecting my pain in the red mug that I own, and I drink it. I want to die by my own poison. I'll spare you the Apocalypse.
(Translated by Adelina-Maria Mănăilescu / 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 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. 
