that you wouldn't make me cry. And yet, here we are. Even though you are near me, you seem so far away. Why do I have a handicap on my heart? Why is it when I look into your eyes, I don't see myself anymore? Why is it when I want to remember us, I only hear your lies? Look at me. I have craters instead of eyes. Look at my dark circles. Do you understand what they mean? No, don't bow your head, I don't have any swords with me, you're the only ripper here. You tore my heart apart. You promised me. Kill me. It's lonely without us. You promised, you promised.
(Translated by Andreea Teodorescu-Colciu / 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. 
