for the crypt where we recited poems to the tombs. They could feel misery, pleasure, and human pettiness. How they stood wrapped in the skin of the muddy belly, listening calmly to dry impressions with a hint of emotional hematemesis. Open mouths, having inside only the dry putrefaction of being, seemingly driven to teach me that death is not lived like this. I am Ars, poetically too little. A cynic who constantly digs at the foundation of life, keeping away the anxiety-inducing feelings of love and light. I am the darkness of the desire not to be hurt by a lack of inspiration.
(Translated by Roberta Ana-Maria Gulerez / 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. 
