Peace became a mere word, put in the dictionary somewhere between Man and War. Everything we are living seems like a lucid dream, but it makes no sense and I'm afraid we'll only wake up from it the moment we die. We're like blind rats running into every wall of the maze, put there by a scientist so he can understand himself. Where is the way out? We sharpen our fangs on a piece of sense between two baths in the absurd and we see morality as a weakness of the brain. Don't clap, just hit the share button on emotions.

(Translated by Diana Mîndruță-Tănăsescu / 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 April 2023, the group has 11,000 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.

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