I am alone, above everything and everyone. The beginning and the end, hanging in a perpetual absolute. Trying to be, not being. Born, ignored, courted, preached, condemned, killed, resurrected. And from the end. Do you understand? I tried to tell him that it is a necessity, that I know that I will be, when my bones have long ago rotted, that it is the primordial transcendence. He smiled. No one looked at him from the mirror. The polished corners expel, at immeasurable intervals, words and energies. Then I reached out my hand.
(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. 
