The eagle-eyed peckers have taken aim at Pufu, a furry puppy, who left Duty Free. Lili the blob has gone toothless since leaving her body battered by a mug-stamped lyre. My cube is breaking. And I went home with a box of meat whipped by the pulse 13 over 10. The airman, fuck him. And the Badger was in a kilt as he was deserted in a Dacia Uber, playing political games. Kiki Puffy, the neighbourhood dwarf's midget pipsqueak pawed at the wide range. Of wine.
(Translated by Liliana Popescu / 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. 
