Snow White was tired of shooting dozens of takes, that even the snow wasn't white anymore, nor the ebony in her hair so black. She looked in the mirror. Ah, I am not the one suffering for it.The dwarfs were playing tag around the hut, the hunter was talking on the phone to his wife, who reminded him to get cabbage and parsley from the farmers' market, and the machine was taking selfies. Where's that apple? My blood sugar dropped. Here comes the prince with a kiwi. Dear, take this, the apples are from Turkey, they'll make you bloated.
(Translated by Alina-Dorina Nicolae / 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 June 2023, the group has 11,430 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. 
