That awkward moment when you don't know what to write in the description

Faith Mitchell was never confident. She was happy to blend into the background, much to the protest of her friends. At 16, her life was a normal teenage cliche. She was in love with Jace, the obnoxious player who she couldn't have, and her biggest worry was whether or not he would finally come to his senses and see that she really was the one for him. That is until she is kidnapped and recruited by a secret agency of assassins. She is torn away from her normal teenage life and thrown into a world of guns, knifes and criminals. The agency mold her into the perfect killing machine, and at 19 she is no longer the shy girl that was snatched away from her uncomplicated life, but a ruthless killer who will stop at nothing to complete whatever mission she is on. Then, the agency has a new mission which involves Faith returning to her hometown, and facing her friends, family and the very boy who broke her heart just before it turned into stone. What will happen once Faith comes face to face with Jace? Will the obnoxious player be able to reach out and get the old Faith back without pressing any of her wrong buttons, considering that the shy girl he once knew now has a gun. (WATTY AWARDS 2011) (THE FICTION AWARDS 2017) ©makeandoffer

The apocalypse was neither a fiery blaze from the heavens, nor had the earth froze over for an eternity. Civilization ended because all the people had fallen asleep. The science behind this epidemic is... widely disputed at best, the bodies of the afflicted are preserved, there is no heart beat, only slight traces of brain activity. Wherever there are dreams, beasts come and devour them along with the soul who brought that dream into existence. Hunters and huntresses, are tasked with he extermination of these monsters in the dream world. To prevent the body on the physical plane from reanimating and progressing the virus. When souls are devoured, the body which serves as the anchor decays and becomes a stillborn, a sentient husk without a previous identity. As for the waking world, there are luckily, a few places left that act as bastions and places of refuge. People are no longer found outside of these citadels, unless they are hunters like myself or an ambassador, of the new races who established their foothold on in this solar system. Or they could be a race of Fae who has stumbled into this plane of existence because of overpopulation in the astral plane. It's a new world, brimming with possibilities. I made it my mission to assemble a task force of warriors and find a cure in whatever form it may be in. There were already six generations before mine, and each of them failed as they approached the truth. They left behind their techniques, knowledge gained from their purges, and equipment, to better prepare a defense for each coming generation against an ever adapting and ruthless force of destruction. In five years time the world will end or we'll overcome the virus and reclaim this sector of the universe. Good news, the virus is also on its last legs. Bad news, how do you stop destruction and ruin itself? All previous generations died from this force at the very end, so I have to ask. Can we kill this entity before it erases the entirety of the universe?

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