30.03.2026

Sorin Rizeanu
Keep your shoes on, he whispered, and Laura laughed, letting him kiss her ankles, slapping him lightly on his face. She let her dress slip and she flexed slowly her snake body. He carried her in his arms to the soft bearskin next to the fireplace. A bewildered white cat fixed her with big eyes, and Laura thought with amusement that she had stolen her place. They began to make love slowly, with indulgence and when he gave himself to her, a fine meow and the feline's claws on the bare skin reminded Laura that there cannot be two queens in a house.

 Ina Moldoveanu
I am not moving; such a fine big fluffy scarf is this one. It smells nice. This bimbo has taste. Stop looking at me like that. His heart has been mine for ten years already. And how many of them have been in this bed. Don't worry, this is my place. Yes, I like watching you. Don't pretend to be the shy virgin. We know. Stop with the screams and the pretence. You are not even capable of an honest moan. It is clear that I inhibit you. Why do you think I stand here? Did you pull my tail? You don't know me. See, that is more like it. You have three bleeding stripes on your face, and he ignores you. Kiss me under my tail.

 Gabriel Moldovan
People are dumb. They get scared out of nowhere. The master is shaking with his phone in his hands. He has big eyes; he is pale and always mumbles that there is someone in the house. I let my tail hang, and I yawn. Of course there is someone. I am here. I know what is coming. He will look at me, and I will eye the corner of the room. Maybe a growl. Maybe a kat-fu[1] scheme. Oh God, and the cat sees. He is sweating. Perfect. I bounce in the hall, my claws are ready. He is screaming. I return leisurely and I wash my little paws. Dumb cat, you'll gonna kill me one day. There is no need, the stress will get you faster.


[1]Reference to the Kung fu Chinese martial arts



(Translated by Ana Maria Mitruș / 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.

0 comentarii

Publicitate

Sus