Scarecrow

Vladimir Petrescu
 They put me in the middle of the field. The sun is kinda striking me. Many crows in the sky there are, I adore them. They do not like me. What is wrong with me? Not a single crow to come close? How do you call the crows? Caw, caw? Nah, coo, coo. Nothing. It is dreadful to love someone who avoids you. All of them sit over there and mockingly croaking. One of them gave birth to a white crow, they banished it from the nest, it is different from the others. I am so lonely. The white crow is flapping towards me. Ah, it wants to sit. It has sat. Oh, how strange it is. Go away from here! That's right, go! Oh, I am so lonely.
 
 Diana Cornea
Neliada Tumpalachi sat down in a Turkish-style. The stubble field rustled. She looked all around, her eyes teared from the too much high in the sky and too much white sun and wiped them with the back of the palm, and then leaned on her back with her eyes closed. She stood like that for a few minutes long enough to chase the thoughts away through the kingdom of The Green Emperor, stretched out her right hand and tore off a thread of imagination, gnawed on it for a while and another one, laughed and opened the cornflowers. A Long-Legged-Bird who was lost among the stars reflected himself in their heart. Phew, damn, you scared me to death.

Vlad Mușat
When I was 7 years old, my parents told me that Boogie man does not exist and that it was invented so I would be good. I went in my room and I saw him lying ill under the bed. I inflated a bag and I puffed it loudly. The noise scared me and that is what cured him. Twenty years later, Boogie man was healthier than ever. He had some troubles at the time I was married. His only consolation was Matei, my little boy, who is beginning only now to understand certain things and this is why he wants to spend more time with me.

(Translated by Irina Vild / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)