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(Stories and novels) القصص والروايات
الرواية هي سرد نثري طويل يصف شخصيات خيالية أو واقعية وأحداثاً على شكل قصة متسلسلة، كما أنها أكبر الأجناس القصصية من حيث الحجم وتعدد الشخصيات وتنوع الأحداث، وقد ظهرت في أوروبا بوصفها جنساً أدبياً مؤثراً في القرن الثامن عشر، والرواية حكاية تعتمد السرد بما فيه من وصف وحوار وصراع بين الشخصيات وما ينطوي عليه ذلك من تأزم وجدل وتغذيه الأحداث
A novel is a relatively long work of narrative fiction, normally written in prose form, and which is typically published as a book. The present English word for a long work of prose fiction derives from the Italian novella for "new", "news", or "short story of something new", itself from the Latin novella, a singular noun use of the neuter plural of novellus, diminutive of novus, meaning "new". Walter Scott made a distinction between the novel, in which (as he saw it) "events are accommodated to the ordinary train of human events and the modern state of society" and the romance, which he defined as "a fictitious narrative in prose or verse; the interest of which turns upon marvellous and uncommon incidents". However, many such romances, including the historical romances of Scott, Emily Brontë's Wuthering Heights and Herman Melville's Moby-Dick, are also frequently called novels, and Scott describes romance as a "kindred term". This sort of romance is in turn different from the genre fiction love romance or romance novel
A short story is a piece of prose fiction that typically can be read in one sitting and focuses on a self-contained incident or series of linked incidents, with the intent of evoking a "single effect" or mood.

A dictionary definition is "an invented prose narrative shorter than a novel usually dealing with a few characters and aiming at unity of effect and often concentrating on the creation of mood rather than plot."

The short story is a crafted form in its own right. Short stories make use of plot, resonance, and other dynamic components as in a novel, but typically to a lesser degree. While the short story is largely distinct from the novel or novella (a shorter novel), authors generally draw from a common pool of literary techniques.

By the Shores of Silver Lake    

Laura was washing the dishes one morning
when old Jack, lying in the sunshine on the
doorstep, growled to tell her that someone was
coming. She looked out, and saw a buggy crossing the
gravelly ford of Plum Creek.
"Ma," she said, "it's a strange woman coming."
Ma sighed. She was ashamed of the untidy house,
and so was Laura. But Ma was too weak and Laura
was too tired and they were too sad to care very much.
Mary and Carrie and baby Grace and Ma had all had
scarlet fever. The Nelsons across the creek had had it
too, so there had been no one to help Pa and Laura.
The doctor had come every day; Pa did not know how
he could pay the bill. Far worst of all, the fever had
settled in Mary's eyes, and Mary was blind.
She was able to sit up now, wrapped in quilts in
Ma's old hickory rocking chair. All that long time,
week after week, when she could still see a little, but
less every day, she had never cried. Now she could not
see even the brightest light any more. She was still
patient and brave.
Her beautiful golden hair was gone. Pa had shaved it
close because of the fever, and her poor shorn head
looked like a boy's. Her blue eyes were still beautiful,
but they did not know what was before them, and
Mary herself could never look through them again
to tell Laura what she was thinking without saying a
word.
"Who can it be at this hour in the morning?" Mary
wondered, turning her ear toward the sound of the
buggy.
"It's a strange woman alone in a buggy. She's wearing a brown sunbonnet and driving a bay horse,"
Laura answered. Pa had said that she must be eyes for
Mary.
"Can you think of anything for dinner?" Ma asked.
She meant for a company dinner, if the woman stayed
till dinnertime.
There was bread and molasses, and potatoes. That
was all. This was springtime, too early for garden vegetables; the cow was dry and the hens had not yet begun to lay their summer's eggs. 
 

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