Flash Fiction February 2026 Prompt: Change (write a story that shifts genres partway through) A little mystery into horror that I didn’t feel like expanding upon at the moment but may another time.
It is said that change is a part of life. The flow of time moves ever onward and mortals powerless to stop it. Just as one cannot interfere with the fates or truly diverge from their destined path it is impossible to change the fact that there will always be change occurring. Every second, every minute, in every hour of every day there are constant changes- some large and others so small they are practically invisible. I don’t like change. I never have, and I never will. Luckily, some things never change, a small blessing I am very grateful for. One thing that seems to never change is that there will always be mysteries. Never ending plots to uncover, artifacts to dig up, crimes to solve, in one way or another a new mystery always turns up with more exciting bits of information to uncover. This newest mystery that I’ve stumbled upon, however, seems less exciting and more horrifying. There are whispers of a plague in the south. A disease so terrible it makes the victims wish they had gotten blighted instead. To honestly wish for a slow demise that disfigures and drives one mad truly puts into perspective how awful whatever this is can be. The mental images imagined by my overactive mind keep me awake at night, and every little noise jolts me from sleep the closer we get to the site of the outbreak. It is not until a small investigative team made up of Naomi, Fyr, Naryu, and myself actually encounter a victim that puts the disease in context. I have never seen a person so changed both physically and mentally they have quite literally become a husk of their former self, and to witness such a thing is utterly horrifying.
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