16.03.2026

Vlad Mușat
Keisuke closed his eyes and brought Adora the Moon from the sky. Suddenly, it was day. Birds weren't ready to sing, or animals to hunt, and people to work. Adora stared, amazed, at the planet Keisuke had shrunk to the size of a toy globe. She wasn't happy yet. Keisuke asked her what else she wanted. Adora thought for a moment: To never suffer because of humanity again. Keisuke placed the planet back in its place and built her the most beautiful castle in the universe on the hidden side of the Moon.

 Cristina Daniela Dumitru-Pascal
The cub found a snowdrop in the snow. He took it with his claw and placed it by his mother's snout. A scarlet stain spread around her, and he didn't know why she wasn't answering. It's spring, mother. He fell asleep. The pale sunbeam that entered the den awoke him. The bear cub started playing with the beam. He jumped and ran until he hit thick bars and fell on his bottom. Beyond them, a crowd of two-legged creatures looked at him. A small creature was giving white flowers to another one, dressed in red, and this one kissed him. Mom didn't kiss me. Where is she? He sighed.

 Pompilian Tofilescu
I awoke scared, my heart pounding as if it would burst. I had had a nightmare. It seemed I was being followed, and I stopped in front of a closed shop, desperately shaking the door. I realized the reason for the nightmare: it was the 1st of March, and I had forgotten to buy her a mărțișor[1]. She was peacefully sleeping next to me. I wondered when the vendors would appear at the corner of the street and if I'd be able to sneak out without her noticing. I picked up the phone from the nightstand: 5:29, February 29th, 2025. I laid my head back on the pillow, sighing with relief. I got scared for no reason. I still have a day.


[1]Small ornamental object tied with a braided thread - red and white - which is given as a gift, as a sign of the arrival of spring, to women on March 1st.


(Translated by Briana Guriță / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)


Real Fiction is a collective project started in 2013 by Florin Piersic Jr. The concept of Real Fiction continued to exist as a Facebook group, after a volume of stories was published at Humanitas Publishing House. (In April 2025, the group has 13,740 members.) The authors write ultra-short stories, with the texts limited to 500 characters (in Romanian, so the length of the English translation might be a little different) - a flash-fiction exercise on a topic that changes every few days. The group's coordinators are Florin Piersic Jr., Gabriel Molnar, Răzvan Penescu, Luchian Abel, Monica Aldea, and Vlad Mușat. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)

Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale.

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