[ WP ] The history of the world is literally written by someone named Victor .

Victor put down his pen and began to read over what he had written. On his writing desk, volume 189456 of'The Complete Histories' ( 3rd edition ) lay open for reference. On either side of that lay closed volumes titled'The Life of Arthur Kingworth', and'The Life of Misaki Kondo Kingsworth'. In the corner, piled neatly in a single stack, were several leatherbound books whose titles included'The Complete Times of Riverton, WY, USA' and'San Francisco and Her Suburbs, 2000 - 2050', among others, and topped with a slim volume titled'The Kingsworth Restaurant'. The last had a single post-it note sticking out of the side, and the words `` Best corn chowder recipe in history'' were written on it in a tight, neat hand. 
 
 Victor finished reading the last page of the book he had been writing in,'The Life of Victoria Kingsworth IV', closed the book, and sighed. He adjusted his glasses, stood, and took the three books detailing the lives of the Kingsworth family in his spindly fingers. Victor walked through the halls of books that were his work, all lined with tall shelves made from wood indigenous to the areas written of in the books they housed, until he reached a section with metal shelves. Here were the records of the people of Earth, arranged in order of ascending genealogy. Victor turned at an aisle with a bookshelf made of wrought iron latticework and wooden planks titled'Irpalgir ( Son of Hyrstl ) & Descendants', went to the end and placed the three volumes on the very end of the bottom shelf. 
 
 Standing, Victor stuck his hands in the pockets of his corduroy pants and surveyed the now completed shelf. There were over 200 volumes on the shelf, going back to Sumerian times, and Jennifer Kingsworth IV was his final descendant. He knew that had she listened to her beau and given birth instead of having her abortion, the ensuing descendants would have ushered in a new rennaissance precipitating an age of spiritual and artistic enlightenment for humanity. However, the later invasion of the autonomous Qrut would have annihilated every living being on the planet several millenia later, almost completely unimpeded due to the lack of a meshed satellite defense network, and that would have left the Council at the end of all things short one of its major members, which would lead to a terrible ending indeed. 
 
 Victor let the line of throught trail off. He liked Jenny. She fought the tragedies of her life and emerged victorious, in her own way. Usually, Victor kept the endings of his stories as neat as he could, but she had touched his poetic side, and he could n't resist leaving a few parting bits of metaphor for her final pages. He knew she would appreciate it, as she always loved spring. 
 
 Victor left the aisle to return his other works to their places. A clean desk always helped him think of a new story.
