George Dometi
Long, fierce and angry rains will pour over us, washing us clean of this absent God. Thousand of people shall rot until the sapling will grow into a tree and dry its last branch in ruin. Processions of long winters, unhurried in their frosty stride, will pass; red flowers will bloom while we get older and our last fragments of past will be erased. We certainly won't be here to see any of it. With fingertips wrinkled by tears we beg for forgiveness. You only live once, so smile.
Ana-Maria Butuza
A flood of harsh words, slaps and fists. For years, she endured quietly, grateful for having a roof over her head and food for her children. She had never hoped for anything else; from a young age, she knew that this was the woman's purpose. That's how her mother lived, and so she did. But then, one day, a new family moved in across the street. The husband brought the groceries, spoke to his wife with tenderness, kissed her, opened the door for her, and treated her like a queen. In that moment, something in Ella's mind changed. She realized that a woman's purpose is not to be beaten, but to be loved.
Ionuț Morariu
Let me introduce myself. I am Eon 2, your savior and the true interplanetary president. A human being charged with positive energy at a thousand hertz. Yesterday, I connected to Cyclone Ashley and discovered it is teeming with negative energy. I worked all night. I've made this powerful negative energy disappear. I continue to offer light and smoke for to my followers. I want nothing, except statues. And photos of me in physical form, candles for all the ladies at home. Peace. Love. Aum.
(Translated by Adina Gabriela Văcărelu / 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.