Hey All!

I saw a post awhile back talking about writing your fic out of order and I had never really tried that before, but I decided to give it a go to help my chapters flow more smoothly between each other.

So, I decided every Sunday I'm going to post a snippet of something I've got in the works to hopefully keep myself motivated, and also to help build anticipation for posting ( for myself and hopefully the readers!)

The snippet for todays Sunday post is from my newest WIP "Storm Side" inspired by the collaborative piece by @neutronstarchild, @ruddcatha, @fawn-eyed-girl, and @mickisketch as well as the movie "Twister". I am tagging some creators below, if you'd like to be added or removed for these posts please let me know!

I cant wait to get this fic posted for you!

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They had made it, holy shit. Dust flew around the truck as they turned down a back road. She let out a long sigh, and as she kept driving her anger boiled further. How dare he be so stupid? She slammed on her brakes, the tail of her truck swerving on the gravel with the force of her stop. Her stormy grey eyes reflected in the rearview mirror, watching Inuyasha’s jeep come to a screeching stop behind her barely avoiding a collision between them. What the actual hell had he been trying to do back there?

She couldn’t contain herself as she hopped out, boots stirring up even more dust as she marched toward Inuyasha. “Oi, why’d you stop like- “he was glaring at her as he complained, dark eyebrows bunched up in irritation when she cut him off.

“What the actual fuck was that?!,” she shoved his chest, cause him to stumble back against the Jeeps driver side door. His jaw clicked shut in anger as he caught himself against the door, “Am I missing something here? I thought you’d be happy we got that probe off the ground and into the air!”

“Fuck the probe Inuyasha!” She threw her hands up to emphasize her frustration, “the probe isn’t important right now!” He blinked at her incredulously, she’d lost it. They’d spent hours discussing the importance of getting a probe into the air and now suddenly it’s not fucking important?

“What the fuck else would be important right now?!” He growled out, arms folded across his chest waiting for her answer. His anger waned slightly as he looked her over. Her cheeks were flushed, strands of raven hair stuck to the thin layer of sweat on her forehead, anger and something else that he couldn’t quite pinpoint laced into her normal scent. Was she always this beautiful when angry?

“You stupid! You’re more important! You could have died back there!” Her chest was heaving, breaths coming out in fast angry huffs. His eyes went wide at her response; he was more important?

These fucking people.