In the hunch of winter I found my peace disturbed by the thought that I could trust no one. I gave time a caesarean section, giving birth to premature times in me, with sickly offspring and patricidal offspring. I killed my Father the day he decided to give birth to me from a barren woman's womb. I have roamed the lands of oracles, I have gone to bloody weddings, and I have crushed the prophetic heads. With hate-stained fingers, I blinded myself with such spoil. Well, thank you. That was Oedipus, Medea is next.
(Translated by Andreea-Alexandra Șerbănescu / 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. 
