I take revenge on sadness and go out into the blizzard smiling, with a flimsy jacket on. It is the season of the voices of solitude. All baritons. Only one is a child's voice; it has no season. I rarely hear it. I almost don't want to listen to it anymore. I get close to the forest. I look down, hunched over the iron bar. The frozen river is a dark blue color, the paving is dark gray, the trees are black and a coal painting is getting sketched within myself. Life is innocently curled up, with its head lying on Death. Come, let us stand in the dark, is heard again from the darkness:
(Translated by Monica-Andreea Gaman / 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. 
