I'm working on a story...

I'm working on a story...
I haven't done creative writing in over 4 years... I think I gave it up for drawing...
I was reading some really old stuff, full of bad grammar and more clunky...
Then I started writing... I just started wanting to tell a story...
Sadly, this story is brutal... It is a tragedy, much like many lives...

For Her
The stranger leaned back and resigned himself to telling his story. His face was now half concealed in shadow as he began. What could be seen was wracked with the grief of a life too long filled with woe and horror. A curved “X” of a scar ran through the skin around his right eye and one of his pointed ears seemed like it had two mouse-sized bites out of it. The stranger spoke with his hands as he told his tale attempting to calmly accentuate his points, though often waving them around frantically as he became riled up.

“You just don’t understand the terror that lurks out there in the world. You think you can face it, but no matter what you do, it will find you and consume you. There is no hero that can save you, there is no safety, there is no hope!”

“Far from the hearts of people such as us,” he sighed and looked calmly across the table, “well far from your heart anyway, an evil lurks.” The stranger stared directly into her eyes for the first time since she had met him instead of at the table. “Oh gentle lady, this evil, it’s not some demon, nor a monster, nor any dragon you’ll ever meet. I’m talking about the evils of human greed. Greed so heavy that it would enslave its own people. The unprotected and the weak… Those that cry out without voices, all alone in the night.”