25.12.2023

Andrei Huțuleac
He woke up one morning, combed his beard and then sat down on the edge of the universe. He spat into his palm and lazily bent down for a handful of dust. What the devil should I do? At that time the Devil had not yet appeared but strangely enough, the phrase existed. What the devil should I do? Who the devil has ever seen a creation under these conditions? Cold, dark. He began kneading the cake spitefully. I'm going to do something. And it will look like me. And it will only be able to create in the cold, darkness and solitude. To see what it feels like.

 Andreea Grămoșteanu
I stand still. Maybe if I don't breathe time will pass faster. What did you do? I didn't, I was. Mom is crying in the corner. If my feelings didn't get ahead of me, maybe I would be able to get out a word or two. You lost three years. I have them up my sleeve. Broken words, fragments, consonants A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H.ooray and we go to the train station. I'm going there, but starting in autumn. Dad is on repeat, in a vicious loop. I'm halfway between them and I'm still standing still to get the math right. He pops the champagne open because their daughter girl got into university. Poetry. I'm not good at counting.

Vlad Galer
An angry man drops the stone and curses, civilization begins. Somewhere in the world, there is a silent man because he saw me as a coward, another one is silent because he heard my silence. An old sweeper taught me that if you think about the whole street at once, you won't finish sweeping, you get scared and you won't enjoy it. Think about the next step and the next sweep. Then, step by step, idea by idea, you have finished sweeping the whole street. You didn't get tired and you enjoyed it. And this, my friends, is very important.

Andrei Huțuleac
I'm 18 years old and i'm not having fun at my 18th party at all. everyone is dancing. don't they know these are the last hundred meters? when it comes to this i have tunnel vision and enough gas to hold me for a while. i don't have loyalties or preconceived ideas. only the dream of having a valuable career and changing the world with my art. i smile. she smiles back. we won't see each other ever again. i'm applying to the theatre university. first Bucharest then the big stages of the world. i've been in chains for so long. 3, 2, 1, go.

(Translated by Bianca-Andreea Rîmboacă / 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 August 2023, the group has 11,680 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.

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