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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.

The Girl Who Played With Fire    

 Thursday, December 16–Friday, December 17
 Lisbeth Salander pulled her sunglasses down to the tip of her nose and squinted from beneath the
brim of her sun hat. She saw the woman from room 32 come out of the hotel side entrance and walk
to one of the green-and-white-striped chaises longues beside the pool. Her gaze was fixed on the
ground and her progress seemed unsteady.
 Salander had seen her only at a distance. She reckoned the woman was around thirty-five, but she
looked as though she could be anything from twenty-five to fifty. She had shoulder-length brown
hair, an oval face, and a body that was straight out of a mail-order catalogue for lingerie. She had a
black bikini, sandals, and purple-tinted sunglasses. She was American and spoke with a southern
accent. She dropped a yellow sun hat next to the chaise longue and signalled to the bartender at Ella
Carmichael’s bar.
 Salander put her book down on her lap and sipped her iced coffee before reaching for a pack of
cigarettes. Without turning her head she shifted her gaze to the horizon. She could just see the
Caribbean through a group of palm trees and the rhododendrons in front of the hotel. A yacht was on
its way north towards St. Lucia or Dominica. Further out, she could see the outline of a grey
freighter heading south in the direction of Guyana. A breeze made the morning heat bearable, but she
felt a drop of sweat trickling into her eyebrow. Salander did not care for sunbathing. She had spent
her days as far as possible in shade, and even now was under the awning on the terrace. And yet she
was as brown as a nut. She had on khaki shorts and a black top.
 She listened to the strange music from steel drums flowing out of the speakers at the bar. She could
not tell the difference between Sven-Ingvars and Nick Cave, but steel drums fascinated her. It
seemed hardly feasible that anyone could tune an oil barrel, and even less credible that the barrel
could make music like nothing else in the world. She thought those sounds were like magic.
 She suddenly felt irritated and looked again at the woman, who had just been handed a glass of
some orange-coloured drink.
 

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