Caterina Tudorache
The princess sat by the window every day, waiting for her Prince. She brushed her hair, brushed her teeth, and wore only clean clothes. For lunch, she had a starter, a main course, and dessert. Then she read until evening. She ate everything, brushed her teeth, and fell asleep without stories. And. Mother closed her eyes and started snoring. After a few minutes, the little girl pulled her by the hand. And? And the rider came running with his head. Strike while the iron is hot. And. The little girl opened her mother's eyes with her little fingers. And? The emperor said. Enough. All the horses go to bed.
Paul Dârvariu
Oh, my head. It's no longer mine. I've just gifted it to the Romanian people. In fact, to all of humanity, excluding the global conspiracy that wants to plunder our ancestral land, forgive the unintentional rhyme. Mrs. Anca, allow me to address my people: dear Romanians, I've just received a telepathic message from God, through which I've been authorized to negotiate, in His name, with the reptilians who intend to invade our planet. I will save you. My horse is waiting at the studio entrance.
Titela Durnea
I met her twice. The first time, I was fascinated by her voice. She spoke the words loudly, clearly, with perfect diction. She was rehearsing a play with her college classmates. She looked at me for a minute with an imperceptible curiosity. That was enough to make me lose my mind. The second time was yesterday. This time, she enchanted me with a marble-like silence. She was so beautiful in her wedding dress. I tore my heart out of my chest and stuffed it between the flowing folds that emerged, ethereal, from the coffin too small for such a great love.
(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.