He fell into the pit. Straight to hell. Occurs on the borderline between life and death of his own experiences. The crows pierced her with their beaks and cut out her heart. Her racing heart, like a confused orange, was measuring the time between reality and nightmares in her thoughts. She crawled. On her knees. On her elbows. Leaving pieces of herself behind, vamped for the God of weary souls. She rose. She looked around. She listened. And she wanted to fall again. The group of angels of words stopped her. The writers of the dawn within us. And the orange turned to life.
(Translated by Delia-Maria Cocoș / 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. 
