They dragged me by the hair to the ritual hall. The broken one, the broken one, they screamed from under their masks. They sat me on the table and came roaring like beasts. Their mouths foamed, and wings grew from their shoulders. I couldn't hear anything and it all seemed unreal when I saw him at the top of the stairs, dressed in leather and cracking his whip left and right. I was afraid, but I still wanted him to possess me there, in the middle of it all. Then I woke up wet. I think it's you who keeps appearing in my dreams. The professor looked at her frozen.
(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. 
