Theseus And The Bully: A Short Story

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Theseus and the Bully Theseus was an ordinary boy living an ordinary life until the day his world was turned upside down by a fast food chain. You see, he was strolling along a quaint park one sunny morning and happened to meet a man that looked quite like Theseus himself. "Good day to you, sir!" Theseus cheerfully greeted the man. The stranger turned around and gasped. "Could it be? The boy I have been searching for my whole life?" he cried out, giving Theseus a heartfelt embrace. "Could you possibly be my son?" "Excuse me?" Theseus was baffled. He had never been mistaken for somebody's son before. "I am Theseus but I cannot tell you my surname because I am unsure of your identity and criminal record." he told …show more content…
I will treasure this with all my heart.” he announced, hugging the fries affectionately. “Yeah, whatever. Get back to work.” she scolded him in response. As Theseus gently patted the bun onto an Angus burger, a fellow worker frantically shouted his name. “QUICK! QUICK! The bully is back!" he cried. “What bully?” Theseus asked, for he hadn't been told of one before. “Haven't you heard? For years a young boy has tormented us. His name is unknown, but we call him the Bully. He has fierce red eyes, sharp teeth, and grubby fingers, always in the very same shirt with a half-man, half-bull on it. The only way to appease his hunger for souls is to feed him Happy Meals." “Why has no one defeated him before?” “He hides in the Play Place, where no man has ever emerged from. The playground is full of misleading mirrors, fake doors, and slippery slides. Few dare to play there.” “Okay, so just give him a Happy Meal.” Theseus shrugged and turned away. “No, for we have run out of toys, and everyone knows a Happy Meal isn’t complete without one!” Now Theseus knew they were in trouble. But, being the brave young boy he was, he slowly raised his hand up in the air. “I volunteer to fight the …show more content…
He had only gone a few feet in when he dropped one on the floor. “I have a great idea! I can leave a trail of fries behind so I can find my way back!” he said, dropping another and another. As he inched closer towards the top of the playground, he saw a flash. He was getting closer to the bully. He could hear the children’s screams, the maniacal laughter that bounced off the walls. Shivering with fright, he rounded the corner and there it was. The

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