When thoughts begin writing themselves and the door of mysteries opens, even when I close my eyes. Sometimes I know you're there, you tie me up with invisible ropes by the bed that squeeze me like a vise and you make me feel your suffering. Please don't torment me more than yesterday. I got used to the leg shackles. Now you're burning me with your gaze. Let me wake up, I need to go on with my lines. You are my muse, indeed, but I'm paying too much for it. Leave for another that knows how to embrace you. I have killed many illusions.
(Translated by Adelina-Maria Mănăilescu / 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. 
