We met on Tinder. He wasn't the brightest, but it worked. First date, he shook my hand firmly. His eyes twinkled, so we agreed to take an evening walk in the park. She had an app on her phone that could find all the stars and constellations, she showed it to me. Of course, I was into it. She had beautiful hands with long, neat fingers. Late at night, I gave her a little star in bed, it wasn't daisies. Worse was when I saw him put it in my cell phone: the nameless star.
David Brescan
Which star is red? Mars, but Mars is a planet, not a star. Does it have a tail? Comets have tails, not stars. And be quiet, I can't hear the TV. Mommy, comets have tails on the front, this one has a tail on the back. Honey, get off the balcony and be quiet, please. Yes, Mommy, but this falling star, look, it's not red anymore, it's big and white now. The TV turned off, and a loud thunder accompanied by a white light filled the apartment. Mom gets up from the couch, just in time to catch the little girl projected inside along with a wave of shards.
Gheorghiță Mircea
Do you want to be a star? A celebrity? Our agency ensures your ascent to the desired heights. Just tell us what you want and we will contact you through our expert in the field. You don't know, you have doubts, you're confused, it's not clear what can make you a celebrity? Never say never and your name will be under a star on the celebrity walkway. Sports, dance, music, modeling, anything. Hello, this is Goguță, creative writing, may I? Welcome, with us anyone can become a Heineken, sorry, Hemingway.
(Translated by Victor Albei / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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