To ocean and beyond

               The warm breeze coming off of the ocean was soothing. It reminded me of when my mother used to tuck me in at night. The soft covers protecting me from cold. That's why I loved the ocean.

My name is Ripple. My parents died when I was merely 9. I'm 14 now. I still cry every once in a while. They died in an attempt to capture outlaws or something like that. It didn't turn out so well... I flew away that day. To the ocean. I've been a bit happier here, but I still feel alone.... the worst thing is that I don't even have my cutie mark.

I kinda want to try and actually do something with my life but all it really seems like I do is sit out here and... write. Why can't my cutie mark be a writing cutie mark? It would be so much easier. Maybe it's because my stories are lame and cheesy most of the time. I think I finally thought of a good idea for a story though... I always think that before writing something though.

This story Is going to be about... my life... every day I will write something up I guess... wait... if someone reads this I have to try and make it like It's in the moment. So starting now I think I'm going to make this more like a normal story. Not as much like a journal. I don't have much else to say... but the ocean is nice... I guess.