The skin, deliriously white, quivered under his touch. He flinched as he kissed her wrist and moved his lips up, slowly, unmooring the skin, to the thigh ridged with bodily thirst. She turned to him and hastily touched his lust, causing her to sink in pleasure imprisoned in a shyness she had stripped away with her dress. She felt his sigh in her womb and chained her arms around his strong shoulders, waiting for the dancing rhythm of their two bodies. The film ended. If you want, you can get another ticket.
(Translated by Cosmina-Florentina Ciobanu / 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. 
