He was writing on the door. Igor was sad, he knew today was the last simulation. He was sick of triggers. Until then, Priest had seen in him there were no criminal instincts left and he finally had the chance to be freed. Unfortunately, he wasn't as happy as he thought. He had received the day before a letter from a friend who was telling him how he would spend his days, namely inside, next to the console, caught in virtual realms. Not the same, but just as artifical. Where am I going he asked himself, fixing his glasses.
(Translated by Ema-Teodora Rădulescu / 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 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. 
