Short story's I randomly wanted to write

Short Story 6 - The Ocean

I am the Ocean. I am water. I generate 50% of the oxygen you need and exorbe 25% of all carbon dioxide. I cover 71% of this world. I sculpted this world. Every stream. Every creek. Every cloud, and every raindrop. Everything comes back to me. Every living thing on this planet needs me. One way or the other.

Including you.

I am the source. I am what they crept out of. You? Your Family? Your Friends? Every human? You're no different. I don't owe you a thing. I don't need you. I give. You take.

However, I can always, Always, take back.

This is the way it's been for since the very beginning. It's not your planet anyway. It never was and never will be. You take more than your share. You poison me and then expect me to feed you. Well that's not how it works. If you desire to exist in nature with me, and off me, then I propose you read cautiously. I wont say this again. If Mother Nature isn't kept strong and healthy then you won't survive. As simple as it comes. Me? I covered every square inch of this planet once, and I can always do that again.

I couldn't give two shits about whether humans live or don't. I am the Ocean.

The Ocean doesn't need people. People need the Ocean.