What? Your god exists? Get out of here. It barely knows how to tie Its shoelaces, let alone create a world and shine light into it. Give me a break with these menopausal mommy airs. God doesn't exist. Or if He exists, He is also crammed with hundreds of other deities invented by the poor to justify their poverty. Come on, if you really want me to stop laughing at your nonsense, have your God strike me dead. You let me know, okay? And a lightning bolt from the sky reduced Ninel to ashes.
(Translated by Alin-Marian Mărgescu / 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. 
