I landed on Planet Sex at the sunset of Uranus's moon, on a Thursday. No Batman, no Ironman. Not even a Hulk leg to grab me wildly. Not that I was a Wonder Woman or a Sarah Connor riding on the fate of history, ready to save humanity from the devastating invasion of wrinkles. But I had a proletarian suitcase full of BDSM lingerie and a lot of erotic illusions, ready to provoke a new Big Bang. The news said that the recordings were fake and that Planet Sex is actually flat.
(Translated by Beatrice-Ioana Huruială / 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. 
