Reverse Big Bang Writing Avoidance Technique #92: MEME TIME!!!

[sinfulslasher]

Seen around my flist, and being a sheep, I figured...why the hell not? :)

Ask and ye shall receive an answer!

Pick a number...any number...

1. Of the fic you’ve written, of which are you most proud?
2. Favorite tense
3. Favorite POV
4. What are some themes you love writing about?
5. What inspires you to write?
6. Thoughts on critique
7. Create a character on the spot... NOW!
8. Is there a character you love writing for the most? The least? Why?
9. A passage from a WIP
10. What are your strengths in writing?
11. What are your weaknesses in writing?
12. Anything else that you want to know... (otherwise known as Fill in the Blank)

Comments

[embroiderama]

#9?? :)

[sinfulslasher]

Okay, the only WIP I have is my first Reverse Big Bang fic, which is finished but still needs serious betaing/editing, so I consider it to still be a work-in-progress...

So, here we go, a bit of El in an...unusual role. *g*


Dressed to the ninth in latex corset and mini-skirt as well as knee-high leather stilettos, with her eye make-up done to highlight her bright blue eyes, El managed to hail a cab and get to the appointment only fifteen minutes late.

It was all Peter’s fault, she kept telling herself.

The fact that she hated fetish gear only made her crankier. She knew she looked breathtakingly beautiful in the outfit, with her curves accentuated and her hips forced to sway due to the high heels of her boots, but it was hot under the latex and she was sweaty and sticky, and all she wanted was a hot shower.

Her mark didn’t seem to have a problem with her being slightly late. In fact, she made it clear that bad boys needed to learn patience, and if he didn’t behave right now, she would go into the other room, have a leisurely drink, and leave him hanging for another half an hour.

This turned de Santos on like nothing else, and he dropped to his knees and begged to be disciplined.

El had him tied up helplessly in no time, made sure he was blindfolded and gagged, and then matter-of-factly broke his neck. He never knew what hit him.

El hated this kind of death. She was an expert in poison and knew how to wield any kind of knife. But with time running out, she had to go with the direct approach.

Besides, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that the mark was dead.

El packed her stuff and sauntered out of the penthouse, a sultry smile on her lips when the doorman hailed a cab for her.

[embroiderama]

OH HELLO, that's delicious!