You're a burp of a drunken god, that's what you are. Asthenic body with the brain of a ladle. A hideous creator with the voice of a hoarse tenor. No matter how hard you try to appear masterful, you're just a poor excrement of a deity, banished among humans to live out your loneliness. My only escape is death? Any riot of yours is seething vomit. And what do you want to escape from after all? I think death will get me out of it. Hey boy, knock some sense into your noggin and get married, have 2 or 3 kids, be truly miserable and then attempt the final leap.
(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. 
