I walked into the room with a scythe, when I came out, I was ridiculously cheerful and dead in love with time. I floated enchanted by the light and scared by the indifference that glittered smiles on the way and slept on the bench in the park during the day. Cradled by the noise of life and only in the twilight, when the day bled into the night, I stood vigil, at the bedside of my darlings and stroked them, while they went to die a little. It's stopped time, I can sort my thoughts, see the hour rise again, when the gong strikes. At dawn I'm on my way again.
(Translated by Adrian-George Ilinca / 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. 
