Every Thursday we face a challenge to tell a story in three minutes. We know not all of them will be winners, but it’s a great opportunity to grow as writers and push the envelope of creativity. We hope you’ll be inspired to do something similar.
The Complete History of the World
The Cartographer smiled as he leaned over his slanted desk. Mapmaking was brutal on the back muscles, but it was nectar to his wearied soul. This was his time, it was what he was made to do. And so as his pen began masterfully working on the large parchment a song sprang to his lips.
“Mountain ranges, sand, and sea, nobody can draw this map but me.”
He was overcome with joy as he continued on, putting every ounce of skill into the creation of his map. Being the only cartographer was a heavy burden, especially when the explorers were still out collecting all of the information. He’d been forced to sit and wait, to endure the empty stares of the people who were dying to know what their world held.
Only he knew what the explorers said when they returned. Only he heard the horrors, only he knew the truth. Glancing over in the corner of his room, the Cartographer saw the stack of bodies, the remains of those explorers. They’d tell their horrifying tales to no other man.
And he would be free to map out the complete history of the world. His world, the one the people would love him for. He’d just have to hope nobody liked the map too much, for he’d hate for them to go out and see what was really there.