[ WP ] You are a genius inventor , however every time you are about to publish your work someone else does it before you leaving you with no credit . Suddenly , you have the idea to invent a time machine and go back in time to steal your own finished work before others do .

How predictable, Tanoneil had stolen my work again. My invention was going to revolutionize society. I was going to go down in history as an innovator. Now I am no one again. I am just a man without money and invention, but this nonsense is going to end, and it is going to end before the moon is out. 
 
 This was not the first time my inventions had been stolen. Countless times before, as I got close to being finished someone else declared it as there own. I was cursed... At first I did n't believe what that old magician had said, but now it seems that old stinking pile of magic was right. 
 
 I remember it clearly. I had just completed my fifth maturing when the magician approached me. A wizened old women laid a hand on my shoulder and stared into my soul with her blind eyes. I shivered. Her voice rang in my head but her lips did not move. `` You are destined to create great things..'' her voice echoed in my head, `` but be weary for your ideas will be stolen by others. Guard yourself!''. She turned away and disappeared in the shadows. 
 
 The old hag was right. Every great idea I had was taken away. Well not anymore. 
 I grinned and picked up the device that sat on my worktable. It was shaped like a watch; however, it was not a watch. It was a device that could bend time. It was my salvation, my key to success. 
 I secured the time piece to my wrist. A wire ran from the watch to my palm. It connected to a button. Another wire ran from the watch to the base of my cranium. All I had to do was press the button and think of a specific time and with a little luck I would be a time traveler. 
 
 I closed my eyes and thought of a specific moment last week. I pressed the button. A painful jolt ran across my body as time bent to my will. Three seconds later I opened my eyes to a familiar scene. 
 
 I stood in my workshop looking at a hunched over figure. The figure worked with a furious determination. His hands flew across his notebook jotting down important notes and equations. I chuckled to myself for that in fact was me. I shook my head. 
 Two of myself ca n't exist at a single time. There is room for only one to exist. I was going to kill myself. 
 
 I pulled out my knife. It cast a blue glow in the poorly lit room. Before the old me had a chance to react I sprinted across the room and plunged the knife into my heart. The old me evaporated into dust. 
 
 I grinned. My plan was executed flawlessly. I looked down at the notebook I had so furiously been working on and laughed. I tossed it into the fireplace on my way out the door. 
 I had an invention to sell... 
 
 
 
 

