Um, what qualifies as a short story? Because I've started writing a book-sort of thing. Idk if I'll ever finish it, but I could enter some excerpts from it.

Here's my charrie, but I'm not entirely sure if I'm entering yet.

Name: Sage Rosenkrantz 

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Appearence: Short but not buzz-cut short black hair, not-pale-but-not-tan skin with freckles over his nose, bright green eyes, graceful fingers, attractive voice, short (5' 2''?) and skinny, wears t-shirts or flannel shirts, jeans, and converse, slightly pointed ears that aren't that noticeable but make him seem cuter in a way.

Personality: Quiet, a loner, but if he cares about you he'll never leave you. He's talented at playing the piano, violin, guitar, drum, a ton of other instruments, and singing. 

OPTIONAL: He can speak any language naturally, including the old language of magic in my story, The Ríonach. He is also incredibly persuasive, and can sometimes influence people with his words and music. If that's OP than he can just speak every language.

Backstory/Other: Not telling! You'll have to find out...

Friends/Pets: Well, he meets some people later on, so I won't tell you about them. He has a little sister, Marissa, whom he loves to death, and a cat named Catastrophe, nicknamed cat (Marissa named him) and a mom and dad who are together, but starting to fight and stuff.

Enemies: His counterpart (You'll find out what that is if I enter)

Top!

I may enter; I may not.

Is there a word limit? My stories tend to run fairly long, so l would very much like to know. 

Oops, l didn't see the other comments before posting that one. Please ignore.

I'd love to join!

I will join

Heck, I'll enter the book from charrie sheet. All the chapters I would have posted are here:

http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/puddingsplace/node/198180

Name: Ruineth Sharia

Gender: F

Age: 17 in elf, 85 in human.

Appearance:  

She's the red headed elf. The black haired one is Evanlyn Tropia, and the red dragon, Norin, has appeared in the book, but not by name. The blue dragon has not appeared yet, but will in the next book.

Personality: She's very moody and angry most of the time, but around Evanlyn, she loosens up a lot.

Magic: She has the ability to use magic, as she's an elf, but she has not been taught the art.

Backstory/Other: I ain't gonna spoil nothin'.

Friends/pets: Evanlyn Tropia

Enemies: Dragons. They *bleep!*

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Name: Evanlyn Tropia

Age: 19-21ish, (I haven't decided yet) in elf, 95-105 in human.

Species: Elf

Appearance: Tall and elegant, she carries herself with utter importance as if she has a place to go. Long, silky black hair falls down her back and ripples like a waterfall, her gracefully pointed ears poking out amongst it. Silver eyes accompany her flawless face, and despite smiles being rare, a sense of humor and jovialness surrounds her. Often her long bow is slung across hee back, with a quiver attached to her belt and hanging off the side of her belt. Her gown is usually long and green, blending well with the forest, and she wears similar leggings underneath.

Magic: She speciallizes in protection, attack, and wind magic, but she can use other magic. She doesn't have a lot of manna, but not an extremly tiny amount, either. (How they channel their magic. It's like pixie dust. Except it grows with the person over time.) 

Personality: Although being serious most of the time, her rare laughs top even the trill of a Nightingale singing under the moon. She is loyal, and trustworthy. Always following orders, questioning them is beyond her, unless it in some way brings harm to several people. Occasionally, people are surprised by a sudden joke, or silly pun from her, and it usually startles them so. She speaks only when needed, and her words match that of her stealth, as in she only makes sound when needed.

Background:  Her life was as normal as the average elf, albeoit rather boring. Elven children were rare, so often she had to keep herself occupied. She did so with learning. The stars always fascinated her, and her favorite, the Elven Archer, is what truly inspired her love for fighting. Her mother and father at first were frightened by her odd choice of hobbies, but eventually the idea eased in their minds, and after some further prying, they found a suitable job for their odd elfling. A handmaiden. The rest of her life was spent watching over the younger princess of fifteen years, and they have become inseparable. 

Other: she plays the lute, and has a lovely voice.