Andra Toropoc
The world collapsed on me when the detective called me and told me immediately go home. I was in a bottleneck at Unirii Square, I made my way through the crowd and I fled to Alba Iulia Square, I parked my car and raced up the stairs until I got to my apartment. I walked in, the deed was already done. I caught my wife in indecent positions with two other men and all three screamed like hell when they saw me. Another one, with his back turned to me, was filming and encouraging them, that's how it's done, with screams, passions, we're blowing the fans away. He was the first I shot up.
Siranuș Hakobian
I hadn't seen a soul in about an hour and the engine of the fishing boat was making weird sounds, signalling that it was out of gas. I was overjoyed when I saw the white house behind the bushes and I pulled the boat over. With the mud up to my waist I advanced towards the house where some people with swollen faces and rotten noses were bustling about. Do you have any gas? I asked them but they signed to me with bent and fingerless hands to turn back around. This is the edge of the world, said a toothless mouth with missing lips. Go back, in three kilometres you will bump into people.
Varinia Mitrea
In the depths of the long forgotten cave, there lives an ancestral being, this peculiar creation that seems to have crossed the invisible bridges between the worlds. Its scales reflected the little light that remained in the darkness like distorted mirrors of hidden realities. Its movements sounded like echoes of the past and the future, its tall and slender antennas are continuously perceiving the song of the stars. When its roots intertwined with the higher world, its translucent wings trembled like leaves in the wind. Today isn't the day he comes up to the surface.
(Translated by Ioana Levîrdă / 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 July 2024, the group has 13,200 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.