No, no, don't stop, not now, what the hell? She tried to revive him, but it was no use. He was completely gone. Nothing at all. She felt the waves of heat she had just bathed in wash away. She wanted to scream in frustration. She switched to manual approach to save something, but quickly gave up. She was drained. She had worked like crazy all day, and on the way home, she had thought only of a hot bath and the relaxation afterward. The disappointment was great. She looked at him with disdain. Why do I even keep you if you can't do anything? Life sucks, baby.
Monica Aldea
It was never a summer in which the Evil Pond didn't take its toll of souls. The desperate cries of the woman shattered painfully in the sky. People gathered at the shore without delay, with ropes, hooks, or with their empty hands joined in prayer. A strong young man suddenly leaped into the water. Invisible for a time, he emerged from the thicket with the girl alive. On the shore, the joy of the mother and the villagers made them forget the saviour's act. Two days later, the cursed lake brought the young man's body to the shore. Apparently drained of strength. The spirit of the waters was quiet for a while.
Mihaela Scânteie
Hi, I'm Ina, and I'm in a trunk. I think it's a large car. I was in front of the Times club when I was kidnapped. I don't know who did it. You're receiving this message because our lives must have crossed at some point. Your phone number is saved in my contacts. I was hit, I think I lost consciousness, and I just woke up now. I have no idea how long I've been here. I think we're on a winding road. Could it be towards Predeal? Please, contact the police and my mom. She still lives in that building in Steagu neighbourhood. Thank you.
(Translated by Miruna Baicu / 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.