nothing but doubts would've sparkled in his mind so he turned off the TV and tied the noose to the heaviest beam in the house he had built in the middle of the woods to avoid contact with this sick world. He had had a miserable childhood. He had been moved from oneorphanageto the next but he was keen on having his own house. He had become a news reporter to unveil the decay behind the institutions which ruled us. He sighed once more, got up on a stool and began swinging. He finally had his own swing. Hwhooh. Whooh.
(Translated by Alin Sescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected 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 February 2023, the group has 10,500 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. 
