dad could just eat you up with whom they made you; that's really Moi. Starting today, you go to work for me, and by you, I mean Mes. Mes, plural of Me. One Me, two Mes, not Mini-Me. I had invented the time machine, and I'd end up with a different version of myself on every trip. There were 13771 of them, and they were taking up space; the room had a bunk bed, but the neighbours were starting to question the vertical expanse of the house. Travelling back in time, they had clones of the clones and had decided that the original was no longer needed. This text is a certified true copy.
(Translated by Camelia Diaconu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by prof. Eliana Ionoaia / 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. 
