The clear skies above stood in place of tomorrow. He was lucky, he loved life. He roamed this beautiful world on his motorcycle. Dean would give anything to taste it all in an instant; a turn taken too steep, rolls, then the heap of crushed thoughts. Nothing whole. But the heart? Iced. Then the phone, an unexpected transplant, and a whirlwind of newfound thoughts. Sean would give anything to savor the moment fully and, lo and behold, he was now getting that right. That night, he dreamed himself on his motorcycle, traveling the world. A lucky man, life loved him. In the morning they found the sheet empty.
Vlad Mușat
We mustn't allow strangers to walk all over us anymore. Yes, Nuțica, these days you'll take care of the five children, because I'm going on a special mission. God calls us to the great battle. I choose a leader who's not afraid of the globalists, who refuses to be chipped. Nuțica look on TikTok how real leaders behave. Look here, can you see him riding up Paektu Mountain? Please put in my saddlebag these days: Hochland cheese, Campofrio Prague ham and two bottles of Coca-Cola.
Marius Stan
Her round, firm, supple breasts. Her roomy, warm, welcoming thighs. The oval, hollow, well anchored navel. The cheeky, shiny, split ass. Strong, sinewy, embracing arms. Thick, coarse, fragrant hair. The same on the head - thick, coarse, fragrant. Large, deep, penetrating eyes. Long, mobile, treacherous neck. Firm, fibrous, cold adductors. Warm, wandering, restless palms. Soft, moist, seductive lips. Her body wrapped in the white, snowy, cold sheet. And her hot heart.
(Translated by Cristina Ioana Bontea / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale.