he told himself. He was born blind, mute and deaf. On a night of infirmity, which fell upon him with the silence of the signs that perished in the light. His body was creepy. The God of brutes showed him a glimpse in the darkness of thought arising out of nothingness. He taught him to smell words and write them on the skin with the warmth of touch. Breathe noise, sweat colors and rainbow dream. His lips and fingers were the correction of life. One thing you have not taught me, Lord, to live love. It tastes like stars on the roof of your mouth, doesn't it?
(Translated by Laura-Elena Dobrin / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 March 2023, the group has 10,790 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, Luchian Abel, and Vlad Mușat. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale. 
