Twelfth Night

Cecilia Fofiu
Opions on Mirsa, a planet in the Qna galaxy, have the mission to teleport samples of Earth's population in order to study them for twelve days and nights time, meaning a whole misran year. They also select two humanoids with their power niches stuck together and bizarrely connected. From the transparent capsule, Nicu, awake but still lightheaded, says: Pusi, look, I promised you Nirvana, look, three suns and a moon on a purple sky. Oh, please, she replied nervously with sparks in her eyes, look behind you, you said your mother-in-low and your wife were at the seaside.
 
 Ana-Maria Butuza
Her hand weaved the nets in the early morning, when she took rays from the sunrises and twisted them one by one, adding blue from above or algae or shells from below from time to time, putting some grey from the clouds, and from the sunsets red like jam, she took thick threads on which she hung stars. The next day, she would start another net and kept on weaving until the twelfth night, when she would fill up a boat which she sent out at sea for the fishermen who would return to the shore only once a year.

Arthur Ianoși
it was like a redeem in the back of the cervix. All those unborn children and the growls of those who poured their helplessness onto me. I know I deserve my fate. Don't pity me for enjoying Pretty Woman. I grew up in a dump, watching my mother sell her body for junk. The piss-smelling dark streets were school to me, and on holidays, maybe it was a damned cheap hostel where some truck drivers used to wash their feet. Don't pity me, I've done that myself for too long. Forgive me, mom.

(Translated by Cristina-Andreea Dobre / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)