He passed out in the corner of the room seeing the monster's fangs, all he could remember was his mouth gaping like a black pit ready to gobble him up like a well-deserved dessert. Oh, and the bottle of cherry that Costeluș kept emptying into his glass. When he awoke, he saw the beast sharpening its canines in a combination of blood-soaked femur and tibia, and chunks of muscle hanging to fall. And his sneaker with its broken lace. He looked down at his leg and there it was. His. He fainted on the spot. Costeluș was preparing to purchase another item from Fake Stuff.
(Translated by Cristina-Nicoleta Costache (Mircea) / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / 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 May 2023, the group has 11,260 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. 
