Chatterbox: Inkwell

A story that I wrote.  It's very short, less than three hundred words.  And in my opinion, it's also very bad.  Now, i command you to read it and tell me what you think of it, the TRUTH!!!!!  I WILL NOT get my feelings hurt.  And my English is very bad...  

I
shrank in fear as the fierce little man spat in my face. "What
are you doing here?" he had asked, his voice was surprisingly
low, for such a short little guy. He was about one foot tall, with
straight, reddish brown hair that went a little below his shoulders.
His face was tan, but I could see that it used to be snow white. The
tan face had wrinkles, not of old age, I could tell, but of worries.
Of those I did not know.

"I
have come from the house of Jielir," said I, looking around at
my odd surroundings. Small trees with red and orange leaves that
glistened in the sun. The floor was covered with sticks and bark.

"But
what are you doing here?" The man asked, his face getting
angrier and angrier every second. I could not tell him why I was
really here. What could I tell him?

"Jielir
requests for you to come to his home, to be his guest of honor,"
I said, hoping he wouldn't be suspicious.

"Well,
tell 'Jielir' that I am
busy. I don't have time to put on his 'little act' he wants me to
do. His guest of honor wouldn't have a good time." The coal
black eyes steered me away from his home, making me run faster and
faster until he could see me no more.

I
was gone, and I had failed to capture a sphali. I would never travel
back to his home again.

Admins, sorry if the text and size is kind of weird... i copyed and pasted it.  :D