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I could barely breathe. It felt my lungs were clinging to the last bit of air they could and I was going into shock. I couldn’t stop shaking. The cold of the frozen ground below me was starting to feel comforting. I had to have lost a lot of blood by now to feel this natural in the cold air. Normally I’d be cold in this kind of weather. After what had happened to me though, it was only reasonable that I’d be feeling this way. Almost there. Literally, my house was just around the corner. I had to get there. My chest started to hurt but I clung to life. I would not die in the street, only twenty feet away from my house. I’d get there even if that was all I could do in my short life. I’d get back to the ones I loved.

Instead of filling my profile with mindless interjections, grammatical errors, and stupid things about myself, i choose to indulge the visitor by showing who i am. Above is a small window into the life of one of my characters.

I am a writer and it's what i do. And for those of you who dont know, Ecrivain means writer in French.

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