And as He lay there naked with his pecker in the sun, spending the last days of summer on the nude beach, he noticed that his reflection in the sea was covered by dry specks of blood. He rushed to wash them, but the more he washed, the more the irregular forms started to settle into little spheres. Perish, goddamfleck, he belched furiously. Petre, Petre, He cried. But Petre wasn't coming. He worked all night on a solar protection cream for Lucică. That guy needed it for the scorch from Bellow. And I think he goofed it.
Răzvan Drăgoi
My famous dance in the dark that was broadcasted on rerun and on the radio, reached the narrow public on the show Romania's Got Talent. That's where the jury gave me a golden retriever or something. Sure, I got some psych lascivious moves which, if seen from close up, would rock the jury's world, with my shoving technique. With the help of the same technique, I managed to turn four chairs at The Voice of Romania, at the theoretical song mimicking audition. Obviously, I hope you get freckles. I get better and better at writing, I know every letter, love react.
Cristian Nedelcu
Once upon a time, when the Universe wasn't as we know it today, lonely and bored, fanning her fan, the Moon could barely tolerate the scorching heat of the night. Sweating profusely and utterly annoyed because she couldn't cool down in any way, she remembered the cooler her brother, the Sun, had gifted her. She unboxed it in a rush, plugged it in and pressed the button with determination. Billions of sweat droplets spread haphazardly, and the tar-black sky was filled with tiny specks of light.
(Translated by Laurențiu-Gabriel Niculae / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale.