Dust. Fog. Twilight. Shadows. She was dancing in the rain with the spirits of nothingness in her. She had bruises on her thoughts and fractures on her plastered heart. I curse you, death, I curse you to love until life. Until the life you hate. To lose, then, both scythe and reason and dear soul, to see how long the road within us to nowhere is. She was walking slowly in the frozen city of memories too uncomfortable not to be forbidden. She was a dream away from the agony of harsh reality. She lifted her head slowly. Please, God, turn on my light.
(Translated by Lenuța Bejenaru / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 January 2023, the group has 10,220 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. 
