This is an original Greek myth that I wrote for a writing class recently: a special twist on the story of Theseus.

The True Story of Theseus the Minotaur

Let me just get one thing straight: I have a TERRIBLE family. Face it-my dad is a GRAZING ANIMAL. Because of him, I’m part-human and part-bull. I’ve got white skin and razor sharp horns. The horns are handy for impaling flies. Cow skin, on the other hand, makes me sweat like crazy in the slightest warm weather and practically freeze to death when it’s a little chilly. The hooves aren’t that bad, though. Sort of stylish, even. My torso, however, is that of a giant with huge biceps and a complexion that’s not very slender. That alone would be alright, but that combined with my other features makes me one of the strangest-looking creatures on earth. How could things possibly be worse? Well, they are. My stepdad locked me in a maze, probably so that he wouldn’t have to look at me! The only thing he ever said to me was:

“Hey, Asterion, you’ll get 14 innocent teenagers to eat every nine years. I’ve given you a nice place to live. prison cell. Oh, and by the way, since you’re only half-human, I’ll call you the Minotaur: ‘the bull of Minos’,”

I was thinking: Why in Crete would I want to be named after you? And bulls are HERBIVORES. It’s not in my nature to be a cannibal!

But, lucky me, all I can say is “Moo!”, so that’s how I ended up in the “monster” category.

I do not like the taste of humans. Even if I did, Athenians have no meat on their bones. So I tried to make Minos’ life as miserable as possible. All day, I would bellow so loudly that I could make his palace shake and give him many a sleepless night due to a chronic migraine caused by my noise.

One kid from Athens, some guy named Theseus, was apparently cheerfully accepting his death. I listened as he joked around with the other frightened tributes and the royal family at the palace feast held for the guests. victims.

                                Late that night, I heard voices whispering at the Labyrinth entrance.

                                                “This is a magic ball of string to guide you through the Labyrinth, Theseus,” That was the voice of Ariadne, my stepsister.

                                                                I felt bad for Ariadne. Obviously, she’d gone insane. A magic ball of string? Really?

“Thanks,” said Theseus (either playing along or also crazy), and I could hear him set the string down in front of him. His elephant-like footsteps came up fast (Phew! Ariadne was not crazy). I fell to the floor and pretended to be asleep.

                                Theseus came into my chamber. He was a muscular young man with dark hair, gray eyes like Athena; his ancestor, and fair skin. I nearly pitied him. He was clearly trying to be quiet, but he was so heavy that I could easily hear him. He looked as if he were trying not to set off a land mine, but he sounded very similar to one.

                                                Suddenly, he jumped on top of me, stepping on my arm and pulling my horns. If I had actually wanted to, I could have eaten him, but I didn’t. I decided to take one for the team. Once, he hit me on the head so hard that he almost knocked me out (At that moment, I actually might have eaten him, but my head hurt too much). But I faked being unconscious anyway. Apparently, the kid thought I was dead, so he followed the creepy bewitched thread out of the Labyrinth. He sailed away with my stepsister while I took care of all the cuts and bruises I had gained from the mostly one-way fight.

                                                                I found my way out of the Labyrinth eventually, and traveled to a vacant island, where I spent the remainder of my days eating grass and enjoying my freedom.