I made this for my writing club at my school, so when I wrote it was kind of rush, so it's nothing too great. I edited a bit to try to make it better.
Original version:
I've have lived in the woods for as long as I can remember. It's peaceful out here. Wolves occasionally howl at night which is a lovely sound, but that may just be me. Wolves have always been my favorite animals after all, so others may found their howling a bit rough. I don't care what they think though. That's the reason why I ran away to live in these woods and that fact that I committed several crimes. That may make me as a bad guy to others, I believe my reasoning behind them are justified, but I doubt anyone else would say the same. That's why the woods are better than the civilized world I knew. There is no judgement here. Only beauty and the animals that live here.
Edited version:
I've lived in the woods for as long as I can remember. I can't complain though because it's quite relaxing out here. Sure the animals make quite a racket, but growing accustomed to their sounds wasn't hard at all especially when it came to the wolves. I can't explain why, but they have always been my favorite animal, so whenever I hear them howling at the moon, I think of it as a lovely melody that I occasionally hum to. Other nights I tend to ponder until a thought popped in my mind. Others would probably be either frightened or think the howling of wolves are annoying won't they? I mean All people are either cowards or jerks. That's how I see it as anyway. Wait. Why am I thinking about them again? I already came to this conclusion a while ago. That's the whole reason I ran away to the woods. Why these woods are my sanctuary. Far away from human society with all their lies and rules. Far away from any judgement or injustice. Far away from this who would label me as a criminal for doing no wrong at least in my mind. Just far away from everything society is, but why is it that I keep pondering about them. I'm free now aren't I?
