Dracula

Larisa Baltă
He was kissing my neck, and my anxiety was rising. I wanted him, but I felt the hindrance, and he was already moving down to my breasts. I put my hand in his hair out of habit and began to pull when he started biting me. He was having fun, the area was warming up, and I was thinking about how to tell him and at the same time I didn't want to stop him. He was lowering himself even more, I felt as if I had been set on fire, I was dying. I wanted him to devour me, to explode. But the words I'm on red[1] automatically spilled from my mouth. He stopped for a few seconds then he nonchalantly told me. Well, call me Dracula.
Răzvan Drăgoi
I went to Periș, at Soacră Chior[1]. The church Soacră Chior was built a long time ago, not now and it distinguishes itself from N-o Trădam[2] by the fact that it does not have vampires coming from the wall, reason for which I did not even entered N-o Trădam, since we have Bran Castle, which is much better. The French might have some sort of handicap. Besides Soacră Chior and God of Invalids, Altfel Tower[3] and the Păr L-așez[4] cemetery. At Soacră Chior, my wife compared me with Dracula - the devil, she told me go-to-the-devil. I take it as a compliment. Corina Nina
When he was born, Dracula was a cute baby. He would cry when he was hungry and with his toothless gums would bite his mother's nipples till they bled. Looking at his satisfied countenance, with her blood on his lips, the thought that he seems to prefer blood to milk crossed her mind, but she brushed it off quickly. Other children were doing this as well. Dracula would sleep the whole day, and at night, in the dark, he babbled with this stuffed purple bat, which was hanging above the crib. The night lamp had shorted out at its first use.
(Translated by Ana Maria Mitruș / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / 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 June 2024, the group has 13,100 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, Monica Aldea, and Vlad Mușat. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)

Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale.