It was dark and misty. He heard steps behind him, and quickened his pace. He began to run. He hit something, hard, and wend down. He felt the cold touch of the knife on his neck. A kid. His pants were already down. He stared down. My dear, you look a bit pale. You're in need of some resuscitation. Oral. He took him around his lips like a sausage and stuck his canines in until he felt blood in his mouth. He left him, down on the ground, to wallow in his pain and misery. I don't eat anything that's unseasoned, dear. You need a little more salt and pepper.
(Translated by Constantin Istrate / 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. 
