26.06.2024
Arthur Ianoși
I took her to a restaurant for a wine tasting. My eye started to twitch when I saw her stick her tongue in the glass, like when you sheepishly test the pool water with your foot on a hot summer day. We finally decided to order pasta.When she asked the waiter for a knife to cut them up, I knew there wasn't more to her than beauty. My friend was right. Blind dates are a game of chance. I should have used Tinder. I found this site to be more enticing. No pictures, just descriptions. FoldHerNow.

Marian Bircea
New folder. A crowd of young people in the club hall are attending the trial.Working-class town, a two-week strike of a factory. The letters that were sent were destroyed or censored, lest the Republic find out about the audacity of the working people, who were even forbidden to travel for work purposes. The censorship of thought. The prosecutor, with a stern look, is delivering the indictment in a stentorian voice. How could you think of setting fire to the P.C.R. headquarters with half a litre of petrol? The defendant turns to his accomplice. Didn't I tell you we should've used a kilo?

Alex Caragian
Open a new window, let the sunshine into your life. The mouse is usually on the right. Sometimes it's on the left when the right is busy. New folder. Make resin. It was handy. Still on the right. With the sleeve rolled up like the canal. Do you welcome writers? Move the plugușor[1] and the car along, it's blocking the way. Bring me another beer. No sugar. I'm curing myself of my bad eating habits. By doing a water cure.With the whales.They're flapping their fish tails in the blue abyss. I sing like a topless mermaid on the bottom of the South Sea. Move along, coachman, and then into the night.

[1]Literally translates to "little plough" in English; it is a Romanian New Year's tradition and carol.

(Translated by Raluca Ioana Crucerescu / 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 February 2024, the group has 12,700 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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