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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 Choice    

Tell me again why I agreed to help you with this.” Matt, red-faced and grunting, continued to push the
spa toward the recently cut square at the far edge of the deck. His feet slipped, and he could feel sweat
pouring from his forehead into the corners of his eyes, making them sting. It was hot, way too hot for
early May. Too damn hot for this, that’s for sure. Even Travis’s dog, Moby, was hiding in the shade and
panting, his tongue hanging out.
 Travis Parker, who was pushing the massive box alongside him, managed to shrug. “Because you
thought it would be fun,” he said. He lowered his shoulder and shoved; the spa-which must have
weighed four hundred pounds-moved another couple of inches. At this rate, the spa should be in place,
oh . . . sometime next week.
 “This is ridiculous,” Matt said, heaving his weight into the box, thinking that what they really needed
was a team of mules. His back was killing him. For a moment, he visualized his ears blowing off the sides
of his head from the strain, shooting in both directions like the bottle rockets he and Travis used to
launch as kids.
 “You’ve already said that.”
 “And it isn’t fun,” Matt grunted.
 “You said that, too.”
 “And it isn’t going to be easy to install.”
 “Sure it is,” Travis said. He stood and pointed to the lettering on the box. “See? It says right here, ‘Easy
to Install.’” From his spot beneath the shady tree, Moby-a purebred boxer-barked as if in agreement,
and Travis smiled, looking way too pleased with himself.
 Matt scowled, trying to catch his breath. He hated that look. Well, not always. Most of the time he
enjoyed his friend’s boundless enthusiasm. But not today. Definitely not today.
 Matt reached for the bandanna in his rear pocket. It was soaked with sweat, which had of course done
wonders for the seat of his pants. He wiped his face and wrung the bandanna with a quick twist. Sweat
dribbled from it like a leaky faucet onto the top of his shoe. He stared at it almost hypnotically, before 
feeling it soak through the light mesh fabric, giving his toes a nice, slimy feel. Oh, that was just dandy,
wasn’t it?
 “As I recall, you said Joe and Laird would be here to help us with your ‘little project’ and that Megan
and Allison would cook some burgers and we’d have beer, and that-oh yeah, installing this thing should
only take a couple of hours at the most.”

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