Sangeetha Kamath

  This is a reimagined version of the classic tale The Bridge To Terabithia . This Fanfiction is a part of my NaNoWriMo 2025 or the 30 Day Novel Writing November Exercise.      LAVENDER DUSK AT ROSÉMONTE          GREENE  The blustery November air brimmed with the scent of hay and earth as Leonie stepped out of her cozy cottage the day after Thanksgiving. The pastures and countryside were buzzing with the soft rumble of engines, chirping birds, and—closer, a gentle moo. Leonie followed the sound across the dewy grass toward the Aarons' pasture , Miss Bessie and her calf, Moo Babe now 6 months old were grazing peacefully. It had been a while since she had visited the handsome lad. As she approached the fence, May Belle was already there, tossing hay to the eager cows. The girl’s breath puffed in the cold, her eyes fixed on the animals with a mix of ownership and wariness. Moo Babe, sensing Leonie, trotted over, his big brown eyes shin...

        This is a reimagined version of the classic tale--- The Bridge To Terabithia . This Fanfic is a part of my NaNoWriMo 2025 or Novel Writing November Exercise.            THE THANKSGIVING DINNER The Aaron family was gathered in the kitchen, discussing their plans for Thanksgiving. Elaine was busy preparing the menu, while Jesse and May Belle sat at the table, arguing over whose turn it was to do the dishes. "We should invite Leonie over for the Thanksgiving dinner ," Elaine said, wiping her flour-covered hands on her apron. Jesse's face lit up. "That's a great idea, Mom. I'm sure she'd love to come." May Belle scowled. "Why do we have to invite her? Hasn't she already distanced herself from us? Just when I thought it was a good riddance, you have to let her into our lives all over again !" "May Belle, that's not very nice," Elaine said gently. "She's our neighbor, and she's new in town. All alone ...

                                      BOOMERANGED! May Belle stormed out of Trenton's Diner, the door slapping shut behind her, a sharp contrast to the sugary smile she'd worn just minutes before. The bright afternoon sunlight hit her like a slap, doing little to warm the cold fury spreading in her chest. She didn't bother looking back at the curious faces she'd left behind, her gaze fixed ahead, boots clicking angrily on the sidewalk. As she turned the corner onto Maple Street, the smile she'd clenched till now began to slip, her lips trembling in a mix of embarrassment and rage. May Belle stopped abruptly at a street lamp, gripping it hard as if to anchor herself. She took a slow breath, the metallic scent of the pole mingling with the sweet lilacs lining the street, and forced her features into a mask of composure. But her eyes betrayed her—narrowed, glinting with unshed tears. She pul...