10.12.2024

George Dometi
I was sitting in front of a hotel. At a little less than three meters away from me there was a mom with her 6-year-oldkid who were chatting about school. At some point, that little lecherous kid starts licking a lollipop, staring at me continuously and shouting, old man, look how big it is and I can still put it whole in my mouth! Look, old man, you can see me. Look, look! And he kept jumping around with the lollipop in his mouth. When I can't take it anymore, I look at his mom and tell her You'd better take your sexy and juicy baby away from me, running my tongue lightly over my lips already chapped of irritation.

Raluca Maftei
His parents and friends considered him a slowpoke. He stayed hidden for days in his room so he won't be ridiculed again. He was scared of people and felt incapable of having any sort of initiative. Only sometimes on deep nights he felt something like a rummage inside him and a struggle that made his blood burn; at those times, he was becoming strong and daring. One day, the class's bully took it out on him: You blunderhead! Take your snots with you and get out of my way. He turned around to face the bully with the spark of a ferocious canine. You sure about that?

 Adriana Patroi Miu
Do you bite? She asked him ironically while looking at his canines that were sticking out a little. He smiled. He was a simple guy that was too decent for that spot. The waiter's robe didn't fit him at all. He was eating daily at the Chinese restaurant. He was an inspiration for her. He would take out his notebook, writing for hours.He got into debt and put on weight from so many mollusks. Her mouth was watering but fascinated as she was, kept on munching. Dracula got married at the beginning of April. By August there was nothing left except a lifeless shell and an unpublished manuscript.

(Translated by Ioana Bobeanu / 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.

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