Don't turn it off, grandma. But I'm here with you, child. You have no idea, but after you go to sleep, they wake. If you don't believe in them, they don't exist. I used to not believe, bur after mommy left the dark got darker and made offsprings. I can hear them whining and, one night, they climbed on top of me. They tickled my feet, poked me in the back, pulled my hair. I don't think they like children. I screamed, you heard me and took me in your arms. I think they're afraid of the light and of you, grandma. Repeat after me: Our Father, Who Art Thou
(Translated by Diana Pașcanu / 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. 
